"Or I could snap it back into place." I put up a protective hand. That decides that.

It's not so crooked, when I'm done. "You don't like the thought of me being as pretty as you," I say mildly, feeling it. There's rather a lot of blood still. I wonder if Valmont will be angry - I must make sure Alice doesn't see me until I'm cleaned up.

I reach out and touch his cheekbone, just briefly. "You are ridiculously pretty," I add. "You were when I arrived, too, before you changed. Though in a different way." And then all that light, and a memory catches me: both of us, bodiless, spread out across the stars. Oh.

It's strange, having been Micah, to think about what I was, and what he is. Such terrible things. What I am, now? I don't know.