Ankyra Sound Judah sees a ghost

Her ghost bows his head.

Blossom has met few religious wolves, but she recognizes the gesture. The touch of chin to sternum, eyes closed in reverence.

She wishes she believed in anything so strongly. But an invitation is an invitation. So, she drops her chin, and cries to anything out there in the dark.

Please, she begs, take the pain, take the hurt, just take it! I don’t want it!

It doesn’t abate, and Blossom grieves, because while the ghost has his god or gods, she is alone in the universe.