It might not have been intentional, but Datura had no way of knowing that. She just knew that she had to get away, nownownow, or she risked losing herself again.
As before, she'd fallen into Hindi without realizing it. "So many names, all of them mine. They take me into themselves and blame me for the consequences, I never wanted to hurt them, never. Sacred, they called me, sacred and common all at once, they did beautiful and terrible things with me and mine." Her head was swimming now.