Shaidra eyed the next photo and then looked at Bruce. [color=black]"There[color=6ecff6]'s so very m[/color]uch in th[color=6ecff6]is unive[/color]rse we don't understand,"[/color] she whispered, [color=black]"Just im[color=6ecff6]agine [/color]it all... I wo[color=6ecff6]nder wh[/color]at kind of knowledge lies beyond[color=6ecff6] it? I w[/color]onder..."[/color] She dropped the second photograph, and just as the first, it fluttered towards Bruce. This one was clean. The boy he'd let die, smiling within his sister's loving embrace. Shaidra began to shamble down the line of steps the led up to the podium, from one edge of the church to the other, stopping before she reached the right line of pews. [color=black]"I've done it. I want it all. You could both be there with me."[/color] Her eyes fixed themselves on Bruce. A flicker of light tried to escape the darkness, but then there was nothing, once again. 

	[color=black]"Your search for meaning is futile... Just take all that power and do what you want with it... Have a little fun, sweetheart!.. I don't know what you are..."[/color] She paused and looked down at her hands. [color=black]"You are mine, until you are your own. Do not follow those wretched ideas. Stop smiling."[/color]