He was the only person who could condemn me to such a fate, and simultaneously the only one who could save me. He hadn’t bothered. The man who’d come to me when my magic became too much for me and took the excess away so that I could survive felt like a distant memory, like it was disconnected from what I knew now. This version of Khaos did not seem to care if I suffered during the trials, and it left me with a bitter taste on my tongue.
