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"I’m sorry, too…"

May I..?

"Only all the time."

I can hear my screams yearning for my sister and mother...

"It’s different, Grace! You are alive again! They aren’t, and never fucking will be!”

At one point, I was not alive. I was the same as your parents -- a spirit that roams the Earth. Are you sure I am truly alive, Cassie?

"Because it was witches that killed my parents, Grace! We have been over this!”

It was a human who killed me, Cassie. Yet I stand before them right now. What did I ever do to you? How did I deserve this?

"Grace, I…. am so fucking sick of explaining myself…”

I don't understand. I ask that you explain because I can't fathom why you would ever want to harm another being for the blood running through their veins?

I can sense the winds around you, Cassie... why...?

"I mean… Like, I don’t miss killing, or anything. It’s just that I miss how good I was at it, you know?"

If you weren't a witch Cassie, let us imagine ------ would you continue hunting witches? 

“       Grace, hey.”

Do you really miss that, Cassie?

"God, I really miss this thing. I had such good precision. Now it’s just rotting away in the shed gathering dust and shit."

"I’ve always hated waking up early."

    But the sun's awake, so I'm awake, and we have to play!

"Light doctor?"

    Yes, the doctor for the light witches.

"I just told you. I talk to ghosts…"

    ... Have you visited the Light doctor lately?

"Forget… No, I didn’t. I didn’t. I talk to ghosts. I mean, not lately. But, no, I didn’t forget. I’m a witch…"

    Then... what are your powers, exactly?

"My… powers?"

    Yes, your powers. Did you forget about them?

"No. No, there’s nothing wrong…"

    Are your powers...

"Right. Right, deep breaths."

    Aurora... I sense a storm behind your eyes.