Lilith was sitting on the bed, with a pillow propped behind her back and her loose hair falling over her shoulders in disarray.
Her recovery was still recent, and even though Vergil had removed the curse left by Lust, her body still carried the exhaustion of someone who had spent far too long trapped inside her own mind. The room was quiet, illuminated by low flames and a few stability runes that still glowed on the walls.
Beside the bed, Sepphirothy remained seated in a chair, her eyes closed and her posture upright, as if she were meditating or merely resting without allowing her body to fully relax.
For a few minutes, neither of them spoke. The silence between them was not empty, but ancient. There was too much there that had never been said at the right time.
Things a mother should have said to her daughters, things daughters should have asked their mother, things history, war, and Lucifer had destroyed before they could exist in any normal way.
