She can sense the light, sense the power and the danger descending upon the room. Her instinct is to flee the body, to hide away until he leaves. But he has beaten her to it and darts from the room.

Items begin to shake on the wall, treasured objects flying from the shelf and shattering on the floor. Does it even matter? What she thought she loved is a lie and everything that she cherished was nothing more than an illusion.

But some things she cannot break. A small clay imprint of Eve's hands starts to dart towards the wall. Lilith's hand reaches out, stopping it from its collision course, taking the artwork in her palm. She stares down at her "daughter's" work, tracing over her name and the message, "I love you, mommy."

It's not something that she is used to feeling, but she is unhappy, miserable. This whole life that she loved is not hers and she cannot reclaim it.

Allowing herself the grace to dwell in her misery, she finally stands and pulls on her clothes, moving to the downstairs where Gale--Gadreel had retreated.

"I'm not here to fight," she says, looking at him warily.