This is it. This is the pivotal point.

Will you dance to their tune?

Or will you forge your own path?

Was my interference enough?

Or was it too little too late?

Do you love my counterpart more than you hate yourself?

More than you hate humanity?

The spirit closed her eyes whishing not for the first time in the last several years her incorporeal form could do more than silently pace, she wished she could hear the hammering of her worry filled heart, feel wet trails as tears raced down her cheeks, she wanted to be able to interact with the world around her, to punch something in frustration, to feel pain run up arm.

Finally she did the only thing she could do. She screamed.

The sound was full of frustration and pain, sorrow and anger.

And so full of… hope.