How could there be so much wretchedness in this world? Woven through time and choking out all that could be good. And she, my precious little light, caught in its snare; eternal life of sorrow and rage. I am to blame for this, it is mine and mine alone. I could have let her go, to move on and be one with the earth, but when I saw her shining aura I knew that she was mine. I knew, truly I did, what I was damning her to, and yet I reached for that little light and held on like it was the last thing I could see. I love her so. But could she forgive me if she knew how selfish I was?