.....nothing matters....

"And am I supposed to care? Oh no, my spellwork! You were never going to let me finish it! You can't threaten me, having you noticed that? You're going to destroy me and I literally don''t care about anything else!"

She's - crying? She would not have predicted that.

She hasn't stopped working on the arrow. It's reassuring, one stable thing, like there's a corner of her mind that's still knitting magic, ignorant of all the rest.

.....nothing matters....

"And am I supposed to care? Oh no, my spellwork! You were never going to let me finish it! You can't threaten me, haven't you noticed that? You're going to destroy me and I literally don't care about anything else!"

She's - crying? She would not have predicted that.

She hasn't stopped working on the arrow. It's reassuring, one stable thing, like there's a corner of her mind that's still knitting magic, ignorant of all the rest.