[b]The Cells[/b]

"I will be ready," Cold Hands replied, the faint smile reappearing in a moment over her blueish lips.

She did not need to ask what trial awaited. She did not want to. The saga carved into the Unfortunate Son's flesh was promise enough. There was nothing more that needed to be said.

The smile faded slowly from Cold Hands' mouth. Her eyes closing as she returned to her meditations. Slow breath settled the excitement she felt in her heart. Her hands grew still, clasped in cold contemplation, resting once more unmoving over her legs.