Sun Mote Copse when you're off the phone, you wanna get a pizza.

Fin watched her niece begin to digest the news, holding her breath. She heard the last word in the sentence before Wildfire came to it, and she shook her head. Maybe it was more cruel than kind to offer hope when it was so slim, but the Blackthorn refused to believe that Bat was dead. Just as she had never believed Lucy was dead. Just as she would never believe that Lucca, Fiadh or Lagan were anything but safe and happy somewhere in whatever corners of the world they had gone off to. She just wouldn't. She wouldn't.

"No, we don't know that," Fin said, stepping forward to close the distance between herself and Wildfire. She froze before she got there, seeing her niece's little doppleganger disappear with a flash and another knife to Fin's heart. Helpless, she looked at Wildfire again. "He looked for her, but he couldn't find her. So she might not..." Fin fell quiet for a beat and shook her head. "Honey, I am so sorry," she offered as a tear slid down her cheek.