Chapter 702

• "Yosepha," Mia said, and she put a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. It's not your fault." The words sounded so pointless and futile, but they were out before Mia could stop them. Useless, meaningless words that'd piss anyone off. She might as well have told Yosepha 'I understand your pain'.
• But Yosepha didn't yell at her, didn't lash out, nothing. She met Mia's gaze, summoned a small smile from somewhere crushed and buried, and lowered her eyes again.
• "I didn't tell them anything else about you, Mia," the angel said. "I... resisted... And they thought..." She shook her head, another tiny smile sneaking across her lips before vanishing. "They had enough information. And then they... took me... to make sure..." A sob worked its way up her throat, but she bit it down. "Three days, hanging on that cross... And... And I couldn't--"