I don’t think badly of you. Well, sometimes I do.

A pair of mismatched eyes stared back at her, tears welling in them. Before Sibylle could even register what she’d done, the voidling was already out the door, leaving the witch in silence. Once again, she had pushed someone away but this time, she actually regretted it. The tears in Bobbi’s eyes, they hurt. For once, in the past ten years, she felt that damn remorse other people always talked about. For once, she regretted pushing everyone away the second things could go wrong. Maybe coming back wasn't a good idea anymore. Maybe this damn, fucked up world was better with someone so angry staying a ghost.