Azalea turned towards the window, sighing. "Who knows. She loves playing with symbolism too much for someone who claims to be 'rational'."
I fell silent. Pulling the blanket up to my chest. Okay. This was getting weirder. If that Selene was here too, did that mean I wasn't the only one who "returned"? Or... had I never left? But the Gate of Heaven felt too real. Too tangible. Even now my skin was still cold from the air in that room. Return-By-Memory had never been that realistic. There was never an aftertaste.
"Don't think too much. The veins in your forehead are starting to show," Azalea said, offering me a cup of tea. I took it—even though my body felt a little... delayed. Like all my movements were still in buffering mode.
"So... do you remember everything?" she asked suddenly.
I looked at her. "Depends. Which 'everything'?"
"The one you're not supposed to remember."
Oh. Well, shit.
