Chapter 130 Aftermath

• In my mind, the safe house didn't resemble what I saw. Rather than feeling like a sterile bunker, the environment was a quaint cottage, situated outside of town surrounded by a colorful show of wildflowers and shielded by old oaks. Witnessing the sunset from the porch fade the sky to bright oranges and pastel pinks, I noticed a hint of irony. My surroundings were the most scenic I could have dreamed of; still, internally, everything felt uncertain and out of order.
• It has been two weeks as of now since the downfall of the Phoenix Organization, and two weeks since I joined with Lucy and grasped abilities that I continue to struggle to understand. Two weeks spent trying to merge two lifetimes of memories, two emotional sets, two varying personalities.
• I shut my eyes while feeling the soothing evening breeze on my skin. To my mind, I could still picture The Architect down on the floor, and could hear the gunshot that ended the life of The Raven. The memory made me shiver, and I tightly wrapped my arms around myself in an effort to combat a chill that wasn’t due to the weather.