She didn't care what she was saying. Her own body felt numb from the familiar sparks of magic flaring from Huckleberry. And she didn't care. Everything around her felt unreal, her head was tipping, and she was trapped in her own head. She'd failed to keep her son safe, right after promising to never let him hurt again. She couldn't even fight off the one that had hurt him. She couldn't protect anyone. She couldn't find redemption.

So, then, what was the point of any of it?!

As Orlaith stepped away, she stumbled to her feet. She'd follow them, wherever they took her. She couldn't care less. Even if they were taking her to throw her off a cliff, she wouldn't care. She was giving up. Jayberry was a lost cause. Huckleberry was a lost cause. Elderberry and Blueberry were dead. Baneberry was gone. And everyone else...missing, defected, or long dead themselves. They could do what they wanted with her. She was just a walking corpse now.

*exit