I haven't been ignoring it, but... there are some things about my past that "can't be helped". And I'm not talking about things that may have hurt me. But there's a lot that I just don't remember.

[ There isn't anything bitter about the way Stelle says these words, just a tired resignation and acceptance.

She's never once thought that she was digging a hole for herself or running away from the past. But it just never was something to really talk about. It all just simply happened.

It came... and went, as Stelle turned the page to the next chapter in her journey, as simple as that. Quietly, she squeezes Firefly's hand - it's a gentle one, an attempt to be reassuring even as she feels the warmth from the magic. ]