That moment was what had finally convinced her that she needed help, but it had come later. Right then, watching herself, Sera wasn’t thinking of the later. All she was thinking about was how much she’d hated herself in that moment, hated what she’d become, hated Jasmine for dying, hated Clemmie for the resurrection spell, hated the Guild for abandoning her, hated the country for rejecting her, and hated herself all over again for hating all those other things.
