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/I took another life tonight.
Yeah, I can tell myself it was for the best. The guy was a shitheel and deserved what was coming to him. Now didn't that sound familiar. So many people before him had it coming, too. More and more until I was buried under the weight of what I'd done. Why did it mean something this time? Who was to say that this wasn't the beginning of another downward spiral?

I don't know if I can bring myself to talk with Abigail. However she feels about me now, it's all on me. For better or worse, I'd taken it upon myself to change her life forever. It didn't matter how I felt, not really, if she ended up hating me for this.

It isn't like me to be frozen in indecision like this. My fire is driving me to go, to do. To make something of myself. Why do I have to be so damn scared of just talking to someone?

I guess I had it drilled hard into me what a burden it is to be the one that makes waves./

/She's sitting there in absolute silence, staring off into the sky like she's seen a ghost. It's such a departure from the brave soul I saw before, the bold and confident young woman that I wish I had been. She came out of nowhere and showed me everything that I never knew I wanted, opened my eyes to the world outside my doors.

Showing normal emotions, free from the fear of being reprimanded, is still difficult for me. But, oh, how I wish I could show her how much her actions meant to me, and how elated I am! It is such an odd thing, to have such a desire to thank someone for murdering your only family. But as I think back now to what I had to endure, there is no fondness. Only a creeping discomfort, a sickening hatred that I don't want to linger upon.

But how can I tell her...?/

Candy didn't have to wait to gather up the courage to confront Abigail on what had just happened. The younger Created stood there in the doorway, watching her with those oversized blue eyes. Candy tensed, nervous, ready for a barrage of sorrow and regret.

Abigail's eyes were misty, yes, but she moved forward, wrapping her willowy limbs around Candy's shoulders. She pressed herself close and cried, an outburst of emotion, too powerful and varied to even hope to be verbalized. Candy was stunned, and simply held her through it, still, on some level, terrified of what would come next.

When the storm finally subsided and Abigail once more returned to her stoic state, she lay against her new protector.

"Thank you." She whispered.

There it was, and that familiar, golden feeling burst once more in Candy's chest, stoking the flames. She could hardly believe it, but the pyros did not lie. It told her, in clear terms, what she had done.

She had made a difference for the better. In someone's heart and mind, she was a hero. It was a revelation that brought with it some tears of its own.