Current mood:	enraged
Current music:	It's not her. But it will be.

Then I defy you, stars.
Powerlessness has never been a novelty to me. There are times when it feels like I've spent all my life standing helplessly by as events spiraled out of control. Too often have I borne witness to those closest to me or those entrusted to my care swept away by circumstances that I was either incapable of preventing or had inadvertently set in motion. But I bore it all, assuring myself that all I needed was a little more experience, a little more understanding, and next time I would be ready. I would be able to anticipate and foil whatever twists fate had marshalled.

And now.

She was so light, by the end. I wanted nothing more than to clutch her to me with all my might, to somehow anchor that delicate spirit to her body, keep it from being summoned to whatever firmament was calling it forth. But I dared not, for fear of fracturing her birdlike frame. All my books, all my years of study, of accumulated knowledge. What did it avail me?

This will not stand. I'll none of it.

Too many. Too many lost, too many mistakes, too many times too late. This is the end. I do not care what the cost is any longer. I only know that this will not happen. I will try any avenue, make any sacrifice, but I will not let her be taken. Not like this.

I'm going to save her. I'm going to expel this thing, and make it wish it had never risen up from whatever dark corner it has been lodged. Then I will find whoever may be responsible for this and hang them from the ceiling by their arteries.