<strong>Sunset - Sunday Morning</strong><br/><br/>Upon seeing the beauty kit, a small but potent smile slipped over her features, and she pulled her legs up to let Mary help her out.  It had been some time since Carrie even left this building, and some of the small perks of civilization had been almost forgotten, but it easily came back to her with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.<br/><br/>At the question, she thought about how to explain.  "I'm not really sure," she said rather honestly.  "I don't think they would understand the question, any more than if you ask a human what he or she is, they can give a proper answer.  I know that they live beyond the Earth, and there's no darkness out in space, which is why the thirteen didn't understand and became corrupted."<br/><br/>She leaned in to lay her hand sympathetically upon Mary's leg.  "Balariel was one of the thirteen.  He was given a body from the sacrifice of blood and shadows, but he fell to slumber when the love and adoration of his worshippers fell to fear and isolation."