[She feels disappointment fill her chest. Of course. To her, it's just a skill. That's all it is to any of them. They didn't build their entire life around their skills, their entire culture isn't built around their skills.

They just see her as a human, just one with extra pointy ears. They've never seen her at her strongest. She almost wants to show Caitlyn now - how easy it would be for her to kill her. How easy it could be for her to kill Ava or Fenix or Pyre or Ren, if only she was strong enough.]

It's not my strength. It's everything. If they'd cut off my limbs, cut out my tongue, cut out my eyes, that I'd understand. I'd resent it but I'd understand.

They've stolen something much more precious than that from me. They've stolen everything that makes me me and they've reframed it as an addiction I need to be cured of. All because they're scared of us. Way more scared than they are of their enemies.

[Her hands are sizzling, smoke rising from her fingertips, and the wooden table begins to react to the heat as well.]

My parents gave me everything. They showered me with praise because I did everything right. I followed the paths they set for me, I turned on my little sister and left her as a scapegoat for my every flaw. When my mother instructed me to put a man to sleep and then cut open his chest cavity, I did it. When my master told me to murder the Elven Oracle, I sunk the entire ship she was on.

I am a monster, Caitlyn. They didn't have to tell me that for me to realize.