“Do you think if we were to complete it that I would feel it?” she asked. I wanted to say yes. The small bit of hope in her eyes was fuel and all it needed was for me to strike the match. But I wouldn't lie to her. “I don't know. I don't know if it's that you're a phoenix and you do things differently or if the trauma somehow suppressed it. The brain is a complicated thing, just like magic. The way that they interact doesn't always make sense.”
