the floor is lucretia’s radiant smile that you learnt to treasure during your 100 years of journey, full of joy and relief that is the same you just saw, moments ago, when magnus burst into the dome, alive again, a mannequin no longer. her friends were here again, in her hour of greatest need, but that smile is gone now. the hunger is here, again. youve escaped it a hundred time but no more. this is it. THIS IS IT.