Her form appeared as if he had willed it into existence. After all this could just be a cruel joke his own guilt was putting onto himself. Still it would feel as real to him as he would let it as her body wafted through the large stone table that had since cracked in half from the explosion.

"Is this what you consider an accident as well? Where is the cosmic oops that I should hear echoing into the dark distance. Did I already miss it? Perhaps I should ask your legs, once they've told you how they are feeling of course."

Her smile is cold and cruel, this is not the Nadia that loved her father, this is truly the vision that he had always felt was to become of her had she been with him her whole life.