[Alecto had taken to sleeping in trees. She couldn't be around Amycus. She didn't want to be around anyone. She hated this. She hated all of it. Amycus was her twin, her best friend, her everything. Now he was also her murderer. He was the only that would kill her. The one that would end everything after "handing the victory to her" in a manner of speaking. He'd wanted to do that. She didn't want it handed over, nor taken from her. A stranger was one thing. Amycus was another.
Her blood was hot and her heart cold. Trying to cut the ties from her heart to Amycus hurt too much and so all she could do for a while was curl up in a ball and hide in a field, grass high above her. After that, she'd decided not to go back. She couldn't look at him. She couldn't stop thinking about him.
She sighed, eyes reading over the journals. Nothing of interest. Never was really.
That was a lie.
She'd have to pull it together. Then talk to someone not Amycus. There were only two people she could think of.]