"Rash? I am too late already, Allmother. You are as well." She hissed the words, the doors falling shut behind her with a loud, bonechilling thud. "I came here to set things right and I’m starting with you. Seems only fair, doesn’t it?" Her voice was filled to the brim with grief, hatred and pain, as were her eyes. She didn’t move, but her presence alone lowered the temperature in the room, the light suddenly appearing dull and lifeless.
“Why is it that you are still alive? What gives you the right? Amin delotha lle, Allmother. You and your cowardly people took everything for me.”