Ankyra Sound our time is short, the horsemen ride

"soon. very soon," erzulie breathed. "i do not want to go either, mon coeur," the cinnamon-tipped jezebel admitted with a rueful expression. out there lingered her daughter, her wife, amid the crash and burn and crack of a world in upheaval. that they were alive was a lie she must simply tell over and over, even as the hope in it began to escape her.
"ta mère est courageuse. elle nous trouvera," came her resigned purl. 
for clementine, for all her children, she must keep believing that what she spoke was certain.