The argument felt incredibly circular. Maybe that was the point. The twisting of the knife. Diana liked to believe the best in people--including Faeries--but she was loathe to see any upside to what was happening.

She took a shaky breath, trying to think of how she could close and scab over the vulnerability they'd opened inside of her.

Well. She was a theatrical bitch.

Might as well play to her strengths.

Diana closed her eyes, her lips slowly parting as she sang the song she'd written for Artemis:

Shed no tears for me, there'll be rain enough today
I'm wishing you godspeed as I wave you on your way
This won't be the first time I've stayed behind to face
The bitter consequences of an ancient fall from grace
I'm a daughter of the race of Cain
I am not a stranger to the rain...