"You shouldn't've needed to be! You should have had time, and I was too weak and selfish to give you any consideration!"

She hates feeling angry. Hates how she hasn't the room to move her arms around wildly in her anger. How she has to contain it all within her while perched upon Ardbert's lap with his hands on her waist.

It bubbles up inside her and Era stamps it out as best she can, but lightning sparks between her fingertips all the same, no matter how tightly she smothers her fists against her chest.

"If I could not be with him all I wished for was death, because imagining life without him was utter torture. I couldn't've cared less for anyone else."