More and more often, I dream about being an angel. Not even one of those small, cute ones, no. I have a giant flaming sword and big wings with bright feathers, and inside, I'm... hollow and burning.

I think something just changed in me when Vi first called me her guardian angel, when I was taking care of her split brow. I'll never forget the way in which she said it. So soft. So grateful. Now, she carries a scar in this place, and it's a symbol of all the love and care we gave to each other. We're not together anymore, but she can't ever deny it. She's reminded of me each time she looks in the mirror.

Taking care of others is what I'm meant to do. There's something addicting about it, if I can say so. You find someone in their low point, then bring them back up. Isn't it beautiful? It's exactly what brought humanity as a whole so far. Each act of care brings us further and further into the future.

But then, there's the sword. Flaming sword, like the ones that angels guarding the Tree of Life have. Isn't it a fascinating little detail that my brain conjured up? What am I guarding in my dream? I can't remember. Maybe it will come to me with time.