That's when it hit the crone. Right in the chest. His words of love and the image of two men becoming one. The way the bond between them flowed not just from one but both men, the confusion.
She knew it was coming, but she didn't imagine this. She couldn't have. The balance had to be maintained, but this was not what she expected or even wanted. She'd have preferred the death of the other rather than a ...she had no idea what was really happening, other than the reality eliminating the abnormality, of righting itself.
"You do not do this!" She looked up at the ceiling, but her target audience was the City. "You cannot have him, you stupid child! You ridiculous idiot! You give him back! You send the other away! You do it now!"
Things were starting to shake, and at least one cushion exploded, stuffing going everywhere.