«We Could be Heroes»

The woman stood slowly, her hand never leaving Noel's- now Leona's head. Her face was like stone. Her temples jumped as she ground her teeth, and she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, as if trying to contain herself. "Go." She growled.
Zen pointed at himself. "Me? But I-" He looked up into her cold, piercing eyes, "I'll go." He slowly backed away into the shadows as a pang of sadness hit him, he was going to miss that little rascal.
 
A shriek went up from the mourners. As Noel glanced up from her sobbing, a woman rushed toward her. "Leona!" She said.
"Mommy!" The child's voice was half muffled as the woman wrapped her arms around her, her black trenchcoat enveloping them both. Crying. Laughter. The sound of their clothes wrustling together.
At last they pulled away. Mascara streaking the woman's face, tears and their respective snot streaking the child's. "Where did you come from?"
Crow stared at her. "Wait, what? You're.... you're Noel's mom?" he stammered, shuffling his feet.
 
(Gage's group)

They were met by a bright flash of light and the smell of oil and metal. He blinked.
"Step forward, please." Came a voice, hollow and uncaring.
 

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