Sighing, you stepped forward, wrapping your wings around your mother and pulling her in tight, a strength in your wings that could easily be overlooked considering their elegance and beauty. You could feel her stiffen against you, but you did not let that deter you. "Mom... I've hated you for years for what happened to Bee. I knew that it was going to happen to him regardless, but the fact that you had personally ended his life felt like a betrayal. Not just because you took it upon yourself to do so, but because you didn't grieve with me. I thought you'd be feeling the same thing I did, but... it hurt so much then, and I just couldn't understand why you'd do that. Why you had to make an already terrible situation even worse," you announced, letting your face nestle into the top of your mother's head. How was it that, even when she was smaller than you physically, she still felt so very tall?