[She hears Caitlyn's words, and it's like someone's added a feather on an already huge mountain of slights and resentments. She feels a deep hate for this world down to the rotten depths of her corrupted evil soul, and her fists clench so hard against the table that her knuckles go white.

'I just think there's another way' 'I just want to change the way you see things' 'They're all misguided' 'It's like an addiction' 'Magic shouldn't be used under any circumstances.'

She wants to kill Cait right there. To wrap her hands around the other girl's throat and do what Adaine should have done to her on that rooftop - rid herself of the parasite.

But instead.

She laughs. It's... almost fond?]

God. You even sound like her, too.

The choice has always been to be this or be the victim of their abuse. Here it's just a little more violent - where victim means being ripped apart by insects or fed to a fire god. Sorry, but I made that choice for myself when I was just a little girl. You're not going to convince me.

I'd rather burn this world to ash than let myself be helpless again.