Author's Note: Day of Doom... Oh, my fricking goodness, Day of Doom. DAY OF DOOM. So much sad... My feels are every-freaking-where, and I just have to put something out here.
SPOILERS AHEAD, obviously.
Dead.
Natalie Kabra was dead.
She wasn't sure how she should feel about that.
On one hand: Ian. Her brother—he could be irritating, but even so, she loved him. She'd missed him so. Being reunited, even briefly, had been sweet. Surely he'd be distraught over her loss (such a great loss; poor dear, he'd have nobody now).
And yet… Isabel had snapped at her loss, drunk the serum, killed the Vespers, Damien…. For her. She'd loved her after all.
Here, in death, she was by Natalie's side, like a true mother. Forever.
Was that worth death?
Yes, it was.
Author's Note: Poor Natalie... Goodness, even poor Isabel. I loved to hate that woman, but what she did in the end... was one of the most epic things in the entire series, ever, in my opinion. And the scene where she and Natalie are dead, and Isabel is nice, and OMFreakingG, she actually loved her children after all, and... *sobs*
My feelings are all over the place. I want to laugh and cry and punch things and never let my own thirteen-year-old sibling anywhere near anything electric ever.
~Lily