She suspects that she has always been haunted in a way, scared and tainted, but she thinks that perhaps this may be just a little bit different.
She is not the same as she was then, no longer the bookworm with dreams of freedom in her head, and she has long since let go of her illusion that she can escape either her childhood or the blood that binds her too it.
Only death can cut such bonds, and this has been proven, proven in the way she never felt his loss before, even though she believed him beyond redemption, in the way she never stopped loving him even then.
And she supposes now that there are some things you never get over, some secrets that can never be put to rest, and chaos she considers, can only end in the way it was wrought.
AN: It's Andromeda's pov if you didn't know.