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Sixx looked up at Cassie, then shrugged as he went back to playing with the rosary beads around his neck, concentrated on the black cross on which Jesus was hanging. He had no religion; the "necklace" was simply another accessory just like anything else. Stretching his white wings, he wondered where Nevermore was, what tree he was resting in, if he even made it to a forest. Groaning in frustration, he crossed his arms over his chest.
"God, I feel like a loser," he mumbled to himself, shaking his head.