Raphael repeatedly tried to get her to sit, but Kara was restless. Every time she sat down, she would jump back up, with images of her mother and David being torn apart by demons overwhelming her mind. She thought she was going mad. Kara shuddered at the image of a grey and solemn Horizon, with nothing but dark ashes rolling away in gusts of wind. No. She would never let that happen. “Kara, please sit down,” pleaded Raphael, as she fidgeted at Camael’s side. “You’re making me anxious. It won’t do any good to fuss about. You need to calm yourself.” “I can’t,” grumbled Kara. “This is all my fault. And I’m stuck here, helpless. How would you feel, if you were me? It’s not fair!” Kara kicked a chair. She realized how childish this was to the archangels, but she didn’t care. It felt good to vent. Raphael pressed her hands on her hips. “Well, it’s not your fault. You have to stop blaming yourself—” “It is my fault. Without me, none of this would have happened.
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