Bonnie
It's far from a good excuse to end the world, luv, but you did it with good intentions at heart. Though, as the saying goes, the road to hell is paved with them.
In some ways. In some? Not so much.
Oh, Bonnie. If I wanted to end you, I'd make it far more spectacular than a hatchet, luv. But I understand what you're getting at. Sure, we can have a drink whenever you want. Perhaps, I'll feel more inclined to share and care then too.
Ah. So you're not a witch then. You have no access to magic. You're merely a portal to the Other Side now, capable of traversing the landscape yourself, being alive once more, but with the price of feeling every cross over that occurs. Not quite alive. Not quite dead.
That's easy, luv. My mum happened. She snatched my spirit from the Other Side before it collapsed and stuck me into the body of a young witch named Kaleb.
As you could have screwed me over, darling. It's a backstabbing kind of world we come from, isn't it?
No, you've been here more than that. Though last time you were gone within a month or so.