Our Chance
Anguish returned. Of all the people in the world, she didn't want her brother to accuse her. "I was too small to even understand the mess! You know why they abducted me. Haven't I suffered enough to be accused again and again? Haven't I lost my magic? It feels hollow inside. How would you feel if someone gives you a glass of air, when you are parched?" she replied, agony stabbing her heart.
"It all happened because of your decisions, Iona. Don't blame anyone else for it," Ileus said, feeling her pain, but overlooking it.
"Yes!" she shouted. "It happened because of me. Now what?" She took the cushion and threw it at him. He caught it and tossed it aside.