She ceased her spell. The violations she had commited in Westview, the pain she had caused was still haunting her. It happened on the quiet nights, when the loss she had experienced did not come after her. Instead, it started to sink in what she had done. That she had locked children in their rooms and kept their parents from seeing them. She had kept lovers apart and turned people into her puppets. Her powers seemed the key to everything. A temptation hard to resist. They made her strong. She had endured so much for them. Had been locked up because of them. And it was them who meant that she had to be the one to take her love from her. Yet, it wasn't right to fix every problem with them. Rid herself of every danger that threatened the few things she had left. She had to control her fear. Her urge to jump into actions she couldn't take back. He was protective of Steven and that meant something.
"How did you take control of it?" she asked slowly. She was still playing with her fingers, still unsure what to make of the situation.