please believe me, that my soul rejoices to see you again when I thought that I never would. It’s just that …” He released his grip on the metal angel, and she saw the lines of blood on his hand, where the tips of the wings had cut him, scored across the runes on his palm. “I am strange to you. Not human.” “You will always be human to me,” she whispered. “But I cannot quite see my Jem in you now.” He closed his eyes.
