(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

they feed on their own rage and lash out across the multiverse, despoiling
all they touch. They forever seek to tempt others into committing crimes of
passion and vice."
"And how did you come by the name 'Fall-From-Grace?'"
"The meaning of names is a complicated subject. There is much to be said,
and a great deal that is better left unsaid."
I turned to face Grace just as Annah struck up a conversation with a patron...
a Sensate, by the look of it. "Is Fall-From-Grace your real name?"
"Perhaps." She smiled slightly. "Perhaps not. There are names which are
given and names which are earned. Who is to say which is the real one?"
"I'm not sure I attach any value to a name."
Grace looked at me curiously. "Truly?"
I shrugged. "A name is a cloak of letters thrown across a person, nothing
more. A name can sometimes you tell something about a fraction of the
person, maybe even help define that person, but that's not who the person
is."
"Your point is well-taken," Grace allowed with a nod.
"So why are you called Fall-From-Grace?"
"Would it matter?" She smiled. "It is but a cloak of letters."
"It matters to me. I would like to know how you came to be called that."
Those warm blue eyes looked away from me, and she stared into her glass in
the aching contemplation that I had seen so much in others. Grace, with
such poise, such self-assurance and wisdom, seemed lesser somehow.
Neither Sensate nor mentor at that moment, Fall-From-Grace's tender
demeanor was a that of a woman's, moreso than any I'd seen. "I have fallen
from my people... some would say risen from my people, perhaps, but 'fall'
feels more right to me." She looked at me questioningly. "Does that make
sense?"
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