What will we do then, to try and save her? She will not be saved by leaving her be.

[ maybe it's the effect of week, of every one of his worst impulses alight and on fire. little barbs and needles and biting retorts spring to his mouth `can that one person not be me?` but he takes a deep breath and lets it out. true neutral is a strange place to be. choosing to attempt the better path is hard. a cut through reality with an obsidian blade, calling an echo. an ever-folding mirror of endless possibility, of a path not taken. ]

... I am very frightened, Karlach.