I stood once again in the Crosspath, feeling disoriented and detached, staring at Life's door, wondering if I was ever going to make the last ten or so steps to it or not. How long had I stood here, hugging myself, fighting myself, knowing I had to go in and confront Isis but doubting doing so without the information Blossom was uncovering for me?

I should have killed her when I took Life from her, ended her existence the way she tried to trick me into ending Dad's. ...