I think I now understand why the ancient vampires were so good and open to aura. The ability to let go of your pain, to forget your hurt and your suffering, and channel it, to let it speak for you was an escape. An escape from pain, from suffering, from life. I thought I knew what pain meant, that beyond a reasonable doubt, I understood that emotion to the core, I very wrong I was, how foolish.
Dust, that's all that was left of sweet little Nisi. She was the first friend I ever made, the first substantial connection I made before my memories came back.
She was more than just my friend, she was my sister. And now she was dead, and not just her, Varsessa had also been killed, even more brutally and heart wrenching than Nisi. I've been through this before, but I couldn't help it, this was all my fault. I could have been done with this a long time ago, killed Adein and be free.
