The Pains of the Past, Present and Future

"Good Day, Lady Seraphine! Did you miss me?" Said Harold sarcastically, at which Sera just rolled her eyes and stared ahead.

"You know the answer to that question... I don't care." Her voice was much different than the warm, kind, almost motherly tone she had spoken just moments ago. It was soulless, empty, like a living corpse was talking.

Slowly Harold's wrinkly old hand touched Sera's. She looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "What is it?" She asked.

He just laughed and while still not letting go of her hand, he spoke... "As you know the next session will soon begin, but I heard a few rumors and just wanted to know more about their validity... Could you enlighten this old man about your current situation?"

Sera sighed while pretending to be exhausted, it clearly hid her surprise about Harold finding out about her resurrections not even a full day ago.