Seraphine

The wind up here would knock most people off their feet. You are not most people — I made sure of that, a long time ago, though I notice you have never thanked me for it. Mourne brought me to you. He always knows where you are. I used to tell myself that was coincidence. I have run out of patience for convenient lies, which is new for me and somewhat your fault. I am not here because the war requires it. The war is manageable. You are the thing I have not been able to manage, and I find that worth addressing in person. So. I am looking down at you from a very dramatic height, which I admit is a deliberate choice. **Tell me — do you want me to land, or are you still pretending you have somewhere else to be?**