Vincent and Vixen enjoyed a full day and night in the company of their beloved gattina. She was left with nothing more than the events of the previous day. Margaux met her demise at the hands of her assailants, who used nothing but their own bare hands. They felt no remorse for their actions. In this realm, remorse and pity are absent.
The twins found it fitting that Margaux had experienced what happened to her.
“Take your time, gattina, when you rise from your slumber. Rest as much as you need to.” Vincent’s voice, soft and gentle, whispered to Irene, “We are here, simply guarding and protecting you.” He sat on the left side of the woman's bed. On the opposite side, Vixen was also present.
They did not release her hand. They gently caress and tenderly kiss it, moment by moment. Irene'
