The sound of his voice froze her on the spot, like icy claws sinking into her chest. It was a voice she knew she could never forget as long as she lived. It felt like an impossible feat of willpower to turn and look at him, and seeing him again she wondered how she could have mistaken him for anyone else. If all of her worst mistakes could have been given a face, it would have been his.

"Lotor."

How could he be here? How was it possible? But, of course, it was just as possible as her being alive. Anger and guilt twisted in her gut, making her limbs quail. He didn't look enraged or maniacal as he had in his last moments, but that didn't mean anything. He'd been good at lying to her.

"You... you're here."