As Isiah's cold command echoed off the stone walls, Lexie didn't feel even a flicker of sadness. She had known all along that he would select her to undergo the experimental procedure first. There was a numbing, hollow clarity that settled deep within her chest, silencing the natural panic that ought to have overtaken her mind.
'It is okay... it is okay. I am fine. I am more than fine, actually. This doesn't hurt. I wanted to come. It is not like he forced me to come here. I came willingly. Isiah didn't force me. I was going to die anyway, and he was kind enough to let me be with Ciel... so, yeah. It is not his fault. It is not Isiah's fault,' she thought, weaving the desperate lie into a frail shield against the cold reality standing before her.
