Cold

You are cold. The chorus of joy echoes hollowly around you, but you are not of it. John. John killed your daughter. And now… now he wants what? Forgiveness? Comfort??

Only the joyous laughter of Miriam keeps you whole. She is yours again. You smile, and you partake in her love as she comforts you. Light bathes you. There is no shortage of Love in heaven. But you do not know if you can give any more to John, after what he did.