“And a small, sick, disgusting part of me felt relief when she died because of what it could mean for us. And even though I immediately banished the thought, I don’t know if I’ve ever forgiven myself for it. What kind of person finds a fragment of relief in their friend’s death? Not just my friend, but your sister. I felt so fucking guilty for that fleeting thought, for dropping the wards, for almost gods damn killing you, for everything.
