[Vriska is hanging onto a suspended piece of broken floor, watching as her lusus falls to her death however far below. Even if it is a dream, even if her lusus was dead long before this, even if she just tried to eat her
Her chest tightened painfully.
But John was there suddenly and so Vriska fluttered up to where he was, no longer bound by annoying ghosts with strong grips. Blue blood crawled down her orange pant leg.] John.