[She can feel the power that was surging in her before ebbing away, and even as she tries to cling onto it she's filled with a sinking, heavy sense of dread, a thought that there's no point in grabbing at that brightness now that it's slipping out of her.

And then there's the memory that was locked behind her own relentless attempts to justify it after the Light took hold of her completely, the one that he somehow knows about--]

He.

He...

[She draws a sharp, shaking breath, doesn't move.

She should feel nothing, remembering that. It was necessary, it was the will of the Light, it was...]