She lets the heat touch her face.
Left: The sirens grow closer.
"No. That was feeding the hunger. You just had a badge on your chest and a hose in your hand. I just dropped the pretense." Hannah Harper ABLAZE -Split Scenes-
The flames move like dancers — hungry, precise. Wooden pews crackle in unison. Stained glass explodes outward, shards landing on the wet grass like frozen confetti. She lets the heat touch her face
"That was protecting people."
She kneels in the center aisle, surrounded by falling ash, and for the first time in five years, she doesn't fight it. surrounded by falling ash
Her own face.