Rebecca closes her eyes, sighing softly through her nose, opening them slowly, gently reaching out to take her hand, if successful she would place it on her own forehead, closing her eyes and preparing to share herself in the most intimate manner possible, in a single flash Fran would understand everything Rebecca is...<br/><br/><em>Wandering, endless freedom but endless sorrow... so many connections, but so much pain... the demon... oh the heartbreak... each beat a physical pain... endless years of wandering emptiness... loneliness... bone crushing, mind destroying loneliness... like a cancer, dragging her through the years... thousands of them stretching on, however beautiful the place, always barren, dead and empty... such silence... forever moving, endlessly wasted... a life half lived... lived to a minimum... the pain... Francine's face, smiling in the diner... and again in anguish at the graveyard... the musical shattering sound of the feather and the following pain in her heart... such pain... such tears... the angel statue, crying her life away, the empty, lonely husk she has become... a soul void of anything good, the last happiness snatched away... Francine's face again, as Rebecca sees it... so beautiful... stitching and all... and a single pulsing beat, over and over again... 'Avarael... Avarael... Avarael...' and then nothing, a void... a place of sorrow and endless pain, her own personal purgatory... the purgatory of her heart and mind... 'Who am I?'</em><br/><br/>And as suddenly as it came, the flash recedes, All of Becky laid bare in that moment... no... not Becky... Avarael... the wanderer... the runner... She who Lives without Life...