"You'd prefer I said Bogan and Ashla, wouldn't you." Once they've stopped moving Nat can stand on her own, more or less. She leans heavily against the big chunk of stone that used to be part of a monster, closing her eyes against the spinning. "It's a power connected to, to discipline, and emotion. Start feeding it fear and anger, that happens. You get stronger and paranoid and turn on everyone and start looking weird. It's like a fuel that burns hotter and it's easy to get but it sets fire to everything inside."

She feels like that's an image someone else gave her. Can't pursue that now. Nat tips her face up to the light. "But that was a gift, too. I know so much now."