For a good while, Lohan and Lisa stayed standing in front of the platform, looking at the creature lying on the stone, who remained as motionless as before, even after all of her children had been killed a few meters from her own body.
There was no scream, no groan, and no attempt to lift her head on her part, and even her faint breathing barely made her thin chest rise and fall, as if she had already given up reacting to anything that happened around her.
It was a strange silence, and precisely for that reason it was heavier than any reaction Lohan could have expected, since he had prepared himself for relief, for anger, or even for a new plea for help, but not for that heavy stillness of someone who had nothing left to offer the world.
Lisa was the first to move, taking a step toward her, but she stopped halfway and looked at Lohan, waiting for him to decide what to do next, because neither of them quite knew how to approach someone in that state.
