I wasn't quite sure what I was expecting when I touched Scarlet, but I could definitely identify with what I saw inside her. Her colors were a kaleidoscope of pinks, purples, reds, ands violets. As I looked a little deeper, I noticed what looked like a mirror. I could see a wispy, smokey version of myself inside her.
I hadn't tried to heal anyone since my ascension, but something inside me just knew what I was seeing. What I was feeling. It came as simple understanding. The explanation of that mirror-like finish rushed over me like a gentle breeze on a spring afternoon.
She was broken. Almost as broken as the rest of us, if not a little more. She'd had no one, just like me. But there were parts and pieces of her that remembered better times. A close-knit group of people who helped her,
