“She wasn't speaking to me - in the juvenile, petty sense of the phrase.”

“She was thinking what I think she was thinking, wasn't she?”

“I couldn‘t make sense of the mess in my head. Diego was dead, and that was the main thing, the devastating thing. Other than that, the fight was over, my coven had lost and my enemies had won. But my dead coven was full of people who would have loved to watch me burn, and my enemies were speaking to me kindly when they had no reason to.”

“But it doesn't make sense for you to love me...”

“It never made sense for you to love me.”

“Speaking of which, would you like to explain to me how you’re alive”

“Not as bad! Not as bad! my mind tried to comfort me. It was true. This wasn't as bad. This wasn't the end of the world, not again. This was just the end of what little peace there was left behind. That was all.Not as bad, I agreed, then added, but bad enough.”