[There was no peace of mind to be had, she knew that, she'd done this enough to know that all the way down to her bones, where the cold wind from the east. Too many uncertainties, and the loss of control almost made her shake. Or had already, she couldn't tell what was making her hands tremble.]

No, no answers. I just wanted something familiar, I've nothing of home, no family, nor friends, I just... [She looked up at the painting, at Christ smiling benevolently, and she tried to draw strength from it. He knew of his death after all, to die one far more painful then hers at that. Out of habit, she raised a hand and crossed herself, then touched her finger tips her lips.]

Do you not long for the same, sometimes? Somewhere safe?