"You see?" The Olive-Ashlynn said as Ashlynn found herself once again in the bedroom with a sleeping Jocelynn next to her and the strange wood-woman at the foot of the bed. "This is what you fed me," it said as it took a step closer.
"You took all of it, every black and bitter drop of your suffering during these long, hard months, and you laid it at her feet for what she did to you," Olive-Ashlynn said. "You weren't wrong then. You were honest about who contributed to your suffering. Without her betrayal…"
"No!" Ashlynn snapped, interrupting the wooden woman. "No, it's Owain's fault for beating me that night and dumping me in that grave," she insisted. "Jocey hurt me, she betrayed me, and she…"
"She deserves to suffer as you suffered," Olive-Ashlynn concluded. "That's why you made me, and why you fed me all of your hurt and your suffering. So I could do what you couldn't do."
