Mind over Matter (0.1.4b)
Blatant bitterness enters the feminine voice, "I tried to find my sister. My home is gone, my family is gone, my fault that, the fae kept their word. As is my second family, gone. Even the Vampire is gone. Gone again, gone again, love of my life, gone again. Then, like me, poof, dust in the wind to be buried under concrete and steel. Betrayed the Prince, got what he deserved."
Despite the bitterness she giggles again, which quickly devolves into a laugh, "And yet the Price of Freedom remains. Time and Fate, Death and Spirit, the decades pass and the Guardians leave, and its buried under steal, concrete and Asphalt, and even that's abandoned still. Death, death always followed by death, yet I can never touch it. Pretty little Arcanthus, scooping at the water and catching nothing, Yet still I drown.
All of those that witnessed it, are dust, long dust. And yet the toxic price of freedom remains. I can feel it covering me, even though Time and body and distance separate us, it never comes out. Even the ladder is gone and yet I can still feel the tears. How can I feel the tears when I don't have a ladder to be teared anew.
And yet my sister must still be free. The price of freedom is still there so Lilith is still free. I just need to find her."