Ethan had just finished telling her the events of what had happened. Her, the light caster. The beautiful caster. Her, the dark caster. The dangerous caster. If only he could be here. But he couldn't. He was dead. Sacrificed himself to bring forth the New Order. She had simply read his journals. She knew it was wrong. But she had to know. How much had he been through before his death?
Now Lena knew.
Now she understood.
Now... Now, she cried.
She cried for the loss of his mother. Cried for the "loss" of his father. Cried for the time she left him and put him through so much pain. She had caused him so much pain by leaving with John and Ridley. By telling him he wasn't wanted. She cried for the time when he lost himself. He had been forgetting things and losing pieces of himself. And she hadn't noticed. She cried for him.
She had always thought that she was the one who dealt with a lot. That Ethan was lucky. But he wasn't. In fact, she hurt so much knowing that she had never comforted him as HE cried.
She was selfish. She was loved. She was hurting.