Psyche shiveres although she does not feel the cold, nothing about her skin feels right, it feels dirty, that place made her feel dirty. And those girls, those poor girls killed in that way, the way they were screaming. Pulling her knees up to her chest she looked around for signs of people, then made a shawl appear around her shoulders. She should really go home, but she didn't like being there alone, everything was so hard without him around so much.
Yes, she could go and see Eros or Atia, but they had enough of their plates, and Anton, well he had a child to look after now, no-one needed to comfort a goddess, not when one shouldn't need comforting. She sat by the roses, always around roses, they reminded her of him, of her love, the one she could curl up with and everything would be fine. She shivered once more, her eyes closing slightly, she didn't want to think about them, she couldn't, such brutal murders.
She saw their bodies when she closed their eyes, heard them screaming, so much hate, so much pain, they didn't deserve it, they were innocents, they didn't deserve any of it.
Hiding her head in her hands she let out a deep sigh, she needed to get control over this, she had takens souls on so many ocasions, but then, nonr had screamed this way, none had been killed by a force they shouldn't have been.