"May I come in?"
"I am not interested in forcing my presence on you," she says. "You asked
me to come back, but I'll return later if you don't wish to have me here
She steps forward through the transparent barrier and takes a
seat, on the chair this time.And just -- sits for a moment,
observing Andrew closely.
A little of the tension in her shoulders eases -- not because this is any
improvement, but it at least means he's still willing to talk to her."Would he not be able to sense if you were or were not?"
Brix nods slowly."If he thinks you're dead, he may never come
". . . Bring you back?" She blinks at him.
Alarms begin to shout in her head."I don't know," she manages
after a startled moment. "I haven't heard of such a thing. And I've never
met an angel to ask."
"He brought you back from the dead."
Well, Brix isn't about to prompt him. She's too busy trying to rein in her
horror enough to hear anything besides her blood rushing in her ears.
"He killed you?"
"Andrew--"She breaks off, runs a hand over her face, trying to
collect her thoughts."How -- do you feel about that, now?"