"I don't know anything about what happened after my death. If you want someone to impart this knowledge to, you have it in me. I am not a likely candidate, but I shall not judge you." She said, going back to him, offering him the red rose.

"Who did Metatron have you kill?" Aside from Kevin, but she won't raise that matter, not now. Her hands trace over his own, looking down at the flower thoughtfully.

"You bear it all alone now?"