The sound ripped into Ignatius like a blade, a rough guttural cry filled with pain and defiance. Her eyes opened wider, glimmering an unnatural emerald, and she gasped for air, her chest heaving as if she had been pulled from the depths of a dark abyss. “Krishna!” Ignatius leaned over her, his hands gripping her shoulders steadying her trembles. "It's me. You're safe now."Her eyes flared wide, blind and wild, as she clawed at his arms. "No!" she rasped, her voice a painful whisper. "The flames… the flames are burning me! Oh, stop them! Stop!"“Krishna, look at me!” Ignatious’s voice was firm, his hands cupping her face to anchor her to the present. “You’re not in the fire anymore. You’re here. You’re alive.”She ceased thrashing about, her shining eyes finding his. Her recognition was flickering there, and her hands that had been thrusting him away were clinging to his coat. "Ignatious," she whispered, her voice quivering. "It's you…""It's me," he whispered, his tears spilling over
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