The rain began to fall, slow at first, then faster, heavier, as if the sky itself was weeping for the woman lying dead on the stone floor. Droplets pattered against the broken timbers of the forge, hissed where they touched Ignis's flames, and streamed down Adam's face, mixing with the blood still drying on his skin.
Ignis wrinkled her nose, her flames flickering as the rain began to dampen the edges of her fire. "Ugh. I hate rain."
Lilith's threads retracted, her silver-threaded gown soaking up the moisture, but her expression remained serene. "It seems the heavens mourn the fallen."
Isolde stood apart, her hood dripping, her pale eyes fixed on Sean's crumpled form. She said nothing.
Adam watched Sean.
The assassin's shoulders shook with silent sobs, his face buried in Leela's hair. The rain plastered his dark hair to his forehead, mingled with the tears streaming down his cheeks. His severed fingers, still wrapped in bloody cloth, trembled as he cradled her body.
