After reaching the house, the group didn't speak much as they went to their rooms and started to pack up their things and get ready for the war.
In Leo's room, Leo packed his things. He wore a black suit as he looked over the things he needed.
His hands moved methodically, almost robotic... folding, stowing, checking and rechecking, as if doing so could keep his thoughts from running wild.
Ophis, on the other hand, with her fluffy black clothes, more fluffy than ever, as if they were for a party or something, crouched before the coffin as she looked at her beautiful mother, who was still sleeping inside.
"You know, Mother, if you could see me now… you'd probably laugh at this outfit," Ophis whispered with a wry smile that quickly melted into longing. "I hope you're dreaming somewhere bright." Then turned cold.
