Remorse was impossible in that moment, even if I commanded much of it any longer. If anything, my entire being exulted at the surge of immense elemental presence, adding that power to our own so efficiently I had to stifle a cry of sheer excitement and celebration at how perfect I felt in that instant of taking.
Of remaking.
Of oneness with power that belonged to me and always would. While feeling through the connection she had as yet to sever how Mahalia suffered and struggled for such completion, such access. Her flaws would be her undoing, I knew that now.
But what was the source?