It was Wanda who came to tell me, shortly after the world came back to itself, and dragons ceased to twist in the golden light of the sky. We all weathered the storm as best we could here, and we did so well, but then Wanda came to our door. She came and she told me that Lucien was dead.
I thanked her, quietly. I asked if she and her child were well, and expressed my gladness that they were, and then I sent her on her way.
Sophie was told to cover all of the mirrors, to drape my goddesses in sheets. I closed our doors, I burned incense, and I wept. I wept for a very long time. Perhaps our relationship had ended, but I loved Lucien. I loved his warmth and his laughter, his compassion and his fury. I do not regret what he and I had, and I treasured him among all of my friends. I loved him, and I will miss him.
I burn incense for his soul. I kneel at my altar. I pray that we will meet again in another life, that we will know each other, that I will see his eyes sparkling and hear his deep laughter again.
Zài jiàn Lucien, my lover, my friend, my beautiful doctor. I love you.