Marcie wasn't quite unconscious and she wasn't quite aware either, but Hecate's voice was very clear. She tried to grasp at it, pull herself to waking, but it was like grasping at sticky filaments that came apart in her hands and floated away.
I don't want to go. I want to go to Paris. I want to go to a music festival. I want to learn to fight better. I want to get married one day. I want to visit Australia. I am not ready to go.
When had her mother arrived? She managed her peel her eyelids apart slightly as the sound of her family reminded her of them. Her mother dashing to her side to kiss her face and sprinkle her with tears. Her brothers hanging back, nervous and fearful, glancing at the young man sitting close by Marcie's side. And her father, pale and red-eyed.
And Hecate, she could see Hecate clearly. She wished she hadn't been given so many drugs. She wanted to ask questions but only had impressions of thoughts for her. Where was Aphrodite? Where was Ares? Had they abandoned her now that she was but a shell waiting to die, no longer having anything to offer? Please forgive Tragos, I love him, he's been so good to me. Had Apollo returned? Was this why she suffered? He got to come back and she didn't. It wasn't fair... Tell my mother this wasn't her fault...