[Why didn't she ask her, someone who felt so alienated and derided for her powers, someone who could never comprehend what it was like to be hollow before having them? Somehow who'd never understood how good it felt to control life in a speck of dust in the palm of her hand? Someone rightfully loved for her ability to bring the others together instead of standing at their outskirts, suspect, if only because she wasn't going to get hung up doing what she had to do?]

What now?! What a rich fiction! Unless you think I'll kill you now, knowing it would be meaningless! I understand now...not a single one of us means any more than another! [Two pieces of meat sitting on the beach screaming because they don't know what they're trying to express.]

You'll do what Merlin needs and I'll be gone before the end, the only one who saw her for who she really is but the only one worthy of your blame!

[The fever carves a fluid track down her cheek, burning like the blood of that very first priest.

It isn't blood.

She doesn't even know what's causing it.]