[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img] https://images.amcnetworks.com/amc.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/nos4a2-102-maggie-smith-sneak-1200x707.jpg[/img][hr]
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	Waverley's shoulders slumped forward as Echo gave his explanation as to why Cayden was in the van, an audible sniffle coming from her slouched form. She sat with her head down for a time, before turning back to look at what was left of Cayden. He was motionless. Left without his jubilance, without his spirit. She stared. As much as she didn't want it to be the case, the truth was all too clear. With every passing minute, her denial became more and more unbelievable, until it was a small, desperate voice drowned out by the facts: he was no longer himself. He was devoid of all the joy and life that had made him who he was. Now, propped up in the back of the van, he was no longer a he. He was an it. And it was a corpse.

	Waverley blinked out more tears as she turned away from the body, going back to her slumped position, wincing as she held her arm tighter to her chest. It was hard to ignore the young green-haired girl prattling on about mythology, especially given the fact that, under different circumstances, Waverley would be first in line to geek out about it with her. But as her words filled the car, Waverley's mind slowly crept back to what the girl had said when she'd first appeared, causing an uncomfortable question to pop into her head. It was a question that lingered there as they drove, and remained even as they pulled into the gas station. It wasn't until Echo came back with food that she spoke, mumbling out an almost inaudible, [color=purple]"Thanks."[/color] She made no move to eat the food, instead opting to give it to Sunshine once they were back at the Underground. It was something she'd made a habit of doing whenever her appetite fell victim to stress, anxiety, or, in this case, mourning. Even so, the cold beverage on her lap helpful, managing to pull her out of her own mind. She raised her head, blinking for a few seconds, before looking over to Zarina. 

	[color=purple]"You..."[/color] Waverley began, before pausing. The question that had been on her mind the whole car ride sounded even more ludicrous as it started to leave her mouth, but she knew she wasn't going to be able to think about anything else until she asked it. [color=purple]"You said you were a Valkyrie. Are you...here for him? Are you here to take Cayden to Valhalla?"[/color] Waverley asked, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat. It was true that Christianity was Waverley's preferred religion, but when Thor and his brother came along, she'd cut Norse mythology out some wiggle room.