Persephone clenched her jaw slightly as the priest healed her. With all the extra energy flowing around, most of his cast was lost, but Perry’s wounds sealed up most of the way. She’d be fine. Bright aquamarine eyes turned to the woman who had cushioned her fall, “I’m decent enough with a knife,” she answered, “Let the gun go to someone who needs it more... Thanks for that, by the way,” she added, nodding to the woman’s shoulder.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">It went after me because it thinks I’m weak? Well, that’s not nice.</span><br/><br/>She frowned and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, the train car was... Rolling. In the midst of the additional chaos, Perry’s vision blurred and failed.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">“This is precisely why I told you to stay home!”</span><br/>Persephone groaned, of course her conscience would sound like Gran.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Now you’ve been spirited off to who knows where, and you’ve got no way to defend yourself other than your little knife and your own stubbornness... You’re just like your grandfather.”</span><br/><br/>Okay. Maybe this wasn’t her conscience.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Ha! Grandchild of mine, I didn’t think you had one of those anymore. If you do, you certainly don’t often listen to it. Now pay attention: your eyes are your greatest gift. All things have an aura, and your eyes have the power to see them. Keep your eyes open and your head level and you should come out just fine. But remember that stubbornness is not strength. Nor is denial. You need to accept the fact that you’re frightened, and you must accept the fact that you’re in an unnatural situation. And you must stay with these companions-- I won’t be able to reach you where you’re going.”</span></span><br/><br/>Persephone’s eyes snapped open just as the car settled to a stop. Disgruntled in more ways than one, she noted the cat and the summoned being bold for the door. The summon seemed to be moving to attack the newest problem, and the cat... The cat had her own reasons. Rubbing her head, she stood on shaky legs and nodded after the feline, “If the cat’s getting out of here, so am I.”<br/><br/>She shook her head, attempting to clear her head of the strange rushing sound that had taken up residence in her ears, but to no avail. She shot a suspicious, quizzical look toward the pale creature before darting out of the train car. She’d deal with the head voices later; right now she was spurred on by an urgent intuition to get out of that car. The sensation of being hunted pricked the back of her mind again and she let out an agitated sigh. This was going to be a long night. An inhuman sound ripped from the train car.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">What. The actual--?</span><br/>Persephone peered in through the windows, wondering what the hell just made that sound. The answer had a string of low curses tumbling from her mouth: the man who had summoned the creature of flame had... Changed. Perry felt an eyebrow creep up her forehead as a chill went down her spine. Keeping a level head just got<span style="font-style: italic">a lot</span>harder.<br/><br/>“Oh, come on...”