&&. she loves her father, perhaps more than anything else in the world, but
           she’s still just a little girl no matter how she boasts, and she can only take so
           much. when he had started pressing her hands into their old stove in  fits  of
           rage, she had conditioned herself to ignore the burn and fill the air with teary
           apologies, but whereas she can forgive, she can never forget, and it is by this
           aspect of her nature that she stands before a mortal enemy, despondent and
                                                                    ALONE.

                                ( her brother is set to come home in a week,
                                       and oh god, she doesn’t want to die– )

                              “ … yosaf … ire. you’re yosafire.
                                 poemi– can you– help me with something ? ”