She was too exhausted to process it, but she could dimly recall the emotion in Miss Virtue’s voice when she spoke about her students. Maybe some things were true, then. “You did well, little gate,” the remaining angel said. “We shall fix the rest of it.” Behind her, the mayor was still slumped on the floor, unconscious. “Okay. Good.” Bitter felt a massive wave of grayness break over her, heavy and suffocating.
