She had no answer. She just didn't want to have it inside of her anymore. She didn't want to have infected torture scars lining her torso and arms, didn't want to live in a world where magicians were treated like demons. She wanted to…maybe find a grassy hill somewhere, by a river…and lie down and watch the clouds go by, until she floated away and never had to worry about anything ever again…
The tears welling in her eyes finally overflowed. Abrial sank to the ground as they streamed from her eyes, hugging her own shoulders and trembling in a sea of bodies.
