I don’t care that he’s hurting, I don’t care—he’s Fae, and a murderer—he’s planning to torture me with visions—he has ruined my life—he deserves—he— But seeing him hurt like this hurts me. I try to steel myself against the feeling, but it overwhelms me—pity, longing, compassion, mercy. “No!” I scream the word, pulling the staff out of the fountain.
