Psyche was too kind. The ancient goddess only saw the best in people. What would she have to say if Enola confessed to finding peace in annihilation? That a dead world in the grip of a nuclear winter was her idea of heaven?
The true nature of an absolute concept was a frightening thing. Once they got going they couldn’t stop. Not until there was nothing left. Enola knew this, she lived with it everyday. So did Jamie.
No, no don’t think about that right now.
Enola smiled, a little sadly at her friend’s words. “Thank you for having faith in me. Thank you for being happy. Thank you for being you.” She returned the hand squeeze and sighed in what felt like relief. “Where to start, my friend? I can’t make any more sense of babies then I can of organized religion.”