Jack of Harts

There was a lot of hugging when Rosalie woke up. A lot of crying. There were some rather deep questions. And Rosalie soon realized that the cybernetic Rosalind filled the great, big, gapping hole torn into her soul by the death of her sister. She was just the right shape. The right size. The right person. Rosalie never forgot that her sister died to save her. But she had to truly believe on a visceral level that the new Rosalind WAS her sister if she were to come back. No doubts. No regrets. No backsies. That is why they celebrate their reunion day every year. It’s basically a second birthday party for them, and I do my best to make it every year. And I always send a card, just in case something comes up.