Light danced at her fingers and she had to admit it felt...good. It felt nice. She was whole again.
"Because you were too interested in being the savior instead of working with everybody," she snapped, before taking a deep breath. She didn't want to argue, she didn't want to fight. She wanted to scream her voice hoarse at the loss of her husband.
"Yes, they do. Let's show them what two resurrected saints are capable of, shall we?"