I did not care that Aurora and Mel were looking at me as if I were insane when my booming laughter swept across the devastation I had created, but I felt a great sense of relief in my heart, and not even the end of the world would change this.
I had remembered reading in the library that children and teenagers had a high threshold for insanity, as our minds were still formative, and many taboos were not set in stone.
I had killed tens of millions, and yet I could still laugh at the silly antics of my sister; was that not insanity?
Maybe it helped that my powers and the scale ofr the devastation was so massive that my mind could not accurately glimpse it, although my soul was able to do thios, but as Death Consort, whatever negative effect I should be feeling from this was not exactly gone, it was just numb… despite everything that happened, my heart was still dead, and the only two beings in the world that could make me feel the warmth of life was right here with me.
