Did she know it was her end, now, that I held her life in my hands? I would never know, I suppose, remained uncertain even long after it was over, the dust settled, my heart willing to consider everything I'd become to bring me to this moment. There was so much hate in her, the darkness with such a powerful foothold over her I think, maybe, she couldn't bring herself to fully comprehend until it was almost ended and she was as lost as she was defeated.