She came back.
Or, Lissa amended to herself, her body came back. What made her Rose, what made her Lissa's Rose…no. That didn't come back.
The hollow smiles. Same smile, same girl…but so different.
They didn't care. No, not really, but they did notice. They liked it. They made Rose a guardian. Why wouldn't they? She was the perfect protector. No feelings, just unwavering attention to her assignment.
But she was dead inside. Lissa could see that in her eyes.
Her Rose never came back.
No, she corrected herself; a bitter taste in her mouth, his Rose never came back.