"Me, too," Rory sighed, looking back out over the water. If there had ever been one thing that calmed her even in her darkest times, it was water. Which was funny, really, considering the fact that legend said that the full-bloods of her kind could throw fire when angry.
It was probably a good thing she couldn't do that.
"Yeah. Yeah, it was." She wasn't blind to her own blessings. She had both her parents, her sister, her brother... she had something that eased her mind most of the time. But she still had moments of weakness. A lot of them, lately. Sometimes she wondered if things would have been easier if she'd just been full-blooded instead of a halfling. Maybe she could have been more emotionless. Or stronger. Maybe she wouldn't have let herself get sucked into this hell that was slowly eating away the woman she'd been before. But like they said back home: "If ifs and buts were candies and nuts we'd all have a merry Christmas."