Editing Green Eyes (section)

===Before the Story===
When she arrived in Limbo she wandered for a long while in the rain until she found a big store that she couldn't enter and some other people robbed her. She ran before they could hurt her, but she slipped over the edge and ended up falling into the waters below, where another Other kept her alive.

He breathed for her and helped her grow accustomed until she could hold her breath for a few minutes, then he left and came back with raw fish, tore it with his teeth and regurgitated it for her. The cycle continued for weeks until her skin was torn from his sandpapery skin against hers and then regrew scarred and tougher until she became what she was at present. At some point he left and never came back, forcing her to learn to swim to survive.<ref name=backS>“You might be right, but how do you get out?” I asked.<br><br>“Only way I know is to go further in.  In here, you are what you eat.  It’s easy to- to let yourself go.”<br><br>“Let your Self go,” I echoed her.  Her thoughts seemed to have a thread to them, but I was having trouble connecting the dots.<br><br>“That’s what I said, yeah.  I… it’s hard to remember the details, but I arrived, and I wandered for a long while in the rain.  I found this big store, you know the kind, one of the huge ones you could spend half a day inside, but the parking lot was fenced in, and I tried walking around to find the front door, but it was like every side of the store was the back of the store.  That’s when I first realized something was wrong, because I’d just left this… this ''place'', and found a city and I somehow found myself-”<br><br>“There.  Here,” I said.<br><br>“Yeah.  I found a group of people, and they told me that there was nothing there.  That it’s just ''landscape'', for show.  They laughed at me and took what little I’d brought with me.  I ran before they could hurt me, and I got ''here,'' after a couple days.  Except I didn’t get far.  I stepped onto that broken bit of ledge right there, and I fell.  Just like you almost did.  Water pushed me down, and I wasn’t strong enough to swim against it.  Someone saved me.  He wasn’t strong enough to lift me up, either, so he pressed his lips to mine, and breathed for me.”<br><br>“Breathed?”<br><br>“He could breathe like I can now.  For hours, he breathed for me.  And he’d stop, making me hold my breath, then start again.  Until I could hold it for a couple of minutes.  He left me, holding my breath, and came back with raw fish.  Tore it with his teeth and regurgitated it for me, kept breathing for me… for days.  Weeks.  Pressed his sandpapery skin against mine, and we… yeah.  I wanted to, and I dunno if that’s that syndrome or whatever from that movie with the bookish girl and the big horned ox guy-”<br><br>“Beauty and the Beast.  You’re thinking of Stockholm syndrome,” I said.  I didn’t elaborate, arguing for why it ''wasn’t'' Stockholm Syndrome.  That would have been assholish, arguing when she was sharing her story.<br><br>“Yeah.  I forget words sometimes.  Somewhere along the way, my skin came apart, because his skin was rough and the water just kept coming down so hard.  But I healed and everything back together in scars and tougher bits, and then I could breathe underwater, and I have teeth and claws to hunt fish with, and I can see better in the dark and…”<br><br>“…And the other guy?”<br><br>“I was in a state where I couldn’t swim.  He went to get food for- for me, and one day he didn’t come back.  Eventually I ''had'' to swim, and I did.  Now it’s just me.”<br><br>“Waiting at that same ledge?”<br><br>“I thought I’d save you if you fell in, like ''he'' saved ''me'',” her voice was a thin whisper.  Almost reluctant, abashed.<br><br>The shiver that took hold of me right then was more profound than any the cold had gotten out of me so far. - [https://pactwebserial.wordpress.com/2014/07/26 Excerpt] from [[Null 9.1]]</ref> 

At some unknown point she met a deity, or possibly [[Deities]].<ref>“Evan,” I said.  “Let’s listen to Molly when she says she doesn’t want to talk about something.”<br><br>“Thank you.  I’m not saying I’m becoming a god.  It’s… only an idea.”<br><br>“That’s a hell of an idea,” I said.  I looked out over the town.<br><br>“Scary idea,” Green Eyes said.  “I’ve never met a happy god.”<br><br>Just about everyone present glanced at her.  Green Eyes didn’t elaborate. - [https://pactwebserial.wordpress.com/2014/11/06 Excerpt] from [[Execution 13.2]]</ref>