Re: Log: Evelyn/Mina
[Mina was already stepping toward the door when Evelyn posed her question, and the dreaming became a vivid landscape in her mind. The funeral, the carriage, the boy with the wavy face. And amid it all, her, and she hadn't been living, and she hadn't been human. She remembered dirt upon the casket, and she attempted to shake it off with a tiny motion of blonde head. But there was no real certainty in her, and when Evelyn spoke of her lover, Mina took a step back. It was not judgement, because Mina was tarnished; it was fear.] I am human. Of course I am. What else would I be?