No. Wait. I’d seen that thought before. And at once the mist cleared, at once the storm quieted – because I knew this path, had followed it into insanity once before already, and what was I doing, listening to those gods-damned phantom voices again as if I’d never grown into more than a scared, unwanted village girl? Not perfection, Creon’s voice echoed through my mind, even as he stood tense and quiet beside me, unmoving in this moment of deadlock. Just stubbornness. Yes. Yes. I could be stubborn.
