Lilith, she still tastes like rain, even down here. Fresh, wet, but kind of sad, too, like a grey sky drenching the dry earth. It's needed, but most people prefer the sun. Not me. It's not that I want her to be upset, just that it's nice to be needed. Lilith clearly needs this, all of it. She wants all three of us, needs all three of us, that's how deep her pain is. And somehow, she found her way to this bus full of sad, lonely, people that Pax collected for his band. It's no coincidence that so many guys with such awful backstories ended up here.
