
RUSTY SWINGSET CREAKS as kate settles herself carefully onto one of the seats. she’d shed a substantial amount of weight as amaru - a diet of souls and blood didn’t do as much for the girl’s body as it did for the xibalban queen’s strength. she’s slowly getting reacquainted with herself. she doesn’t have to fight wars to be in control of her own body anymore. a sensation most people take for granted. trevor understands, though. she stares at his cast and idly wonders if he’d let her sign it. something so simple - something kids did in elementary. kate’s signature was always accompanied by a bible verse, usually psalm 6:2. she’ll ask him another time, maybe, & reclaim her own name by scrawling it on the cast - but no bible verse. she and god are in a fight right now, it seems. she’s not completely lost her faith, but it has been tried again and again. would god have let amaru use the body of one of his daughters so cruelly ? her own questions make her uncomfortable, so she chooses to inflict them on trevor instead. ‘ ….. - do you ever hear him sometimes ? even though he’s gone ? ’ / @lamourhaine