The pain was all too fresh, being in her room... It almost physically hurt, just to bask in her memories. The way her energy seemed to float in the room made him regret not being there for her. That even though they'd fought nightmares most people couldn't dream of, she'd died to cancer. A simple human defect. Not a glorious death in battle, no honor to it. Laying in a hospital robe, holding on to life until that was took much for her. She'd deserved better. But Shula's words, about her looking like an angel. He'd known that she was a saint compared to him. It was a comforting thought, her being an angel. He just pictured her, angelic wings sprouting from her back, the light emanating from her being majestic and divine. Crumpling the bed sheet in his hand, he let out a long breath, the booze making it hard to regain his composure. The thought of her being an angel, he couldn't get it out of his head, just her floating among the clouds seemed too pleasant a sight to forget.<br/><br/>"Shula," he whispered, trying to pick himself up off the bed. He managed to sit up, and eventually made his way over to her. He grabbed her, and pulled her close, into a tight hug. It'd been ages since he'd hugged anyone. In fact, the last time he'd hugged someone had been on Larentia's death bed. The rush of emotion running through him was too much, and he found an odd comfort just being able to hug her.<br/><br/>"Thank you."