[A frown crossed her lips at the thought, something steeling within her as she finished that sentence.]

-their bones would join the countless others in my metaphorical throne of bone. Magic or no.

[She absentmindedly brushes against the one thing that remained the same in all her forms - a single, long scar on her right cheek.]

Believe me when I say that while it gets old, not being me... no one knows 'tis in everyone's best interest than I. Too many have died for such a tragic misunderstanding.