"Me. Me. I. I did it. Me. It was me. I-I-I- killed...it's my fault." Anger and sadness combining to a form of hysteria, Foxglove let go of Dale. "It's all my fault!" She shouted with her head turned skyward.

Luna approached Foxglove, who was still on her knees crying. "Foxglove, you can't blame yourself for this."

"Yes I can! I'm the one who struck the blow! I never should have left in the first place. Now Dale's dead, and it's all because of me."

"He was being possessed. You did what you had to to free him."

"But this never would have happened if I hadn't left. It must have made him so sad. All I left him was a stupid note. If only I'd died when I was younger, none of this would have happened. If Winifred hadn't found me, I would have died, Dale would still be alive and Malgar wouldn't have his way."

"Foxglove, please don't talk like that. You're a remarkable young woman with a burning courage I've not seen since my husband died. I know all too well that feeling of hopelessness. But you must overcome it as I have."

An insane idea crossed Foxglove's mind as Luna said that. Indeed, she would overcome her sadness and guilt, and prevent Malgar's plan from working. The tears finally stopped flowing, Foxglove stood up and concentrated. Using what Emrel had taught her about magic, she began to form an icicle from the tip of her wing.

"I'll end everything right now." She said as the icicle grew larger. "This way, I can be with Dale again, and Malgar will never have his way."

"What are you talking about?" Luna asked, her moon-yellow eyes growing wide with concern.

"It'll be best if the two of you go back to your normal lives and forget all about me. I'm sorry for dragging you in to all of this. Goodbye..."

With all of her might, Foxglove tossed the icicle into the air; closed her eyes to welcome the eternal darkness and silence. It never came, instead Foxglove felt herself being knocked off her feet followed by an impact with the ground and something pinning her wings down. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see Emrel propped up above her, holding her wings to the ground as the icicle shattered harmlessly.

"Listen to me you foolish girl, what has just happened is not your fault!" Emrel's voice was stern and hard as stone. "I understand you're broken right now, you have every right to be. But that does not warrant taking your own life!"

"Emrel, you're scaring me." Foxglove said. looking up at Emrel, who had her pinned to the ground.

"Well I am sorry, but as your friend, do you think it not pains me to see you torture yourself like this? Weren't you listening to anything Dale said before he died? He didn't blame you for a second. He thanked you for what you did. Do you really think he'd want to blame yourself when he never did?"

"N-no."

"He also told you he wanted you to take care of yourself. This is last way he'd want you to go! He wanted you to be happy, to keep on living and not dwell on his death. He told you not to give up on love. So get a hold yourself, pull everything together, and be the strong woman I know you are, that I've seen you are."

"O-o-okay, I'm sorry you guys." Foxglove sniffed. "Emrel, let me up."

"I will not until you promise me you won't try to harm yourself again."

"I don't know what came over me. I won't, I promise."

Emrel looked deep into Foxglove's amazing blue eyes, wider and bluer from her crying, for a moment becoming lost in them, and could tell she wasn't lying. Emrel let go of Foxglove's wings, both bats sitting on their knees. "Well...perhaps this is such a time where one would need a shoulder to cry on. You may borrow mine and cry for as long as you need to."

Foxglove looked at Emrel for a few seconds, then embraced him with such force that it almost knocked him down. She buried her head into the bat's masculine shoulder and cried harder than she'd every cried in her life.

"I just... I just want him back!"