The black sky and the black waters rippled against each other.

Just like before, everything felt a million miles away when she was here. Even then, there was an echo of that crushing sorrow embedded deep within her. Even here. But still...

She stared out at the asymmetric moons. One above, one below. Different. The same. Shattered shards of the same coin, twisted 'round on itself.

"[color=FFE63D]I...I don't want her to die.[/color]"

She sat down at the edge of the boat, where she'd sat with Safie what felt like years and years ago, and dipped her legs in. They plunged out of sight, the inky waves consuming the light completely.

"[color=FFE63D]I don't want to die, and I don't want her to say those things about our family.[/color]" She flopped backwards, staring up at the sky, a moment achingly familiar and yet so foreign. "[color=FFE63D]But I also don't—[/color]"

She stopped, collecting her thoughts. The broken stars wheeled above in a pattern that was at once right and wrong. Right and wrong. Right and wrong.

"[color=FFE63D]—I don't want to kill. It feels wrong.[/color]"

She sat back up, flicking droplets of black from her bare feet as she turned and pressed her knees to her chest, leaning up against one of the benches as she looked up at [color=black]Quinnlash.[/color] "[color=FFE63D]I know I need to. But...I don't [i]want[/i] to need to. I might have to do it, but I don't have to like it.[/color]" Her voice took on the ghost of an accusatory tone as she tilted her head at her younger self. "[color=ffe63d]Why do you want me to make me?[/color]"