Memory takes different forms. Danes and Ryland had felt the fire and were unburned. Maya had seen the back of Harry Danes' head blown open by the soldier's bullet. DeStiy had faced rejection by Satan. The quiet woman had seen her own past, and nothing had changed.
And all these thoughts and memories were like water. When you were within them, they drowned you. But now you were out, they dripped away, quickly, hardly leaving a trace.
Hands fidgeting, eyes wide, they stood expectantly, awaiting answers, looking within themselves, trying desperately to make sense of something, something already drifting away.