( new enemies are inevitable. fighting; always imminent. everyone has their demons; some are just more tangible than others, and it's obvious wynonna's fit that description. he's tired of it too: fighting. war. even here, after death, he is forced again to savor the taste of it. but bleakness does not preclude what it is all for. his thumb runs along the side of hers.

musing, he says, ) You know, I've only spoken a handful of words to your sister, but it's clear she loves you. Whatever you face, it won't be alone. Whether she's with you or not.