Their eyes were alight with a dangerous emotion. Hope.

I hoisted myself onto my elbows. "Yeah, well, if I ever come back as a Grigori, then I'll kick your ass.""You'll come back, and you'll be a Grigori." He spoke with such certainty it made me smile. "I doubt very greatly, however, that you'll kick my ass. But me and my ass will enjoy your efforts.

You are you and you are me. You are the Keshet.

Above all else - I was his.And he was mine.

The connection was gone. I had died. Lincoln's soul had shattered. He was gone.

I looked at the painting that had started as a solitary white lily, and now depicted a whole field of them beneath a violet sky and a golden sun. It was us...a lifetime ago.

I found my life in the quiet. And all I could see and hear and smell and feel was you. Us.

The only time I find myself - me - is in you.

A scream that held more than life and death, for it also held her soul, as everything she was departed this world with the one she was bonded to forever.