Quite dramatic, Carina thought drily."She's had a memory.” Atlana remained calm, stroking Carina's hair rhythmically."She shouldn't be remembering anything,” Xandros snapped.Atlana stared at him. “No, she shouldn't. But she is. We have to help her break the hold the mind wipe has over her.""Let her alone, Ardasian. It hurts her to remember.""You know what's at stake.” The woman met Xandros's glare steadily."She's mine, and I'll decide what's best for us."Carina shot to her feet, ignoring the pain, ignoring the dizziness. “Stop it, both of you,” she shouted. “I'm not a bone to be fought over. I'm not some helpless female who needs a protector.""You're not yourself,” Xandros snapped."So what?” she responded. “I'll make my own decisions."Xandros glared at her, rain water dripping from his face and hair. “Go ahead then. Decide. What the hell are we going to do? Succumb to some fucking prophecy and save the universe or try and live?""It's that simple?” she asked and glared back.
