I didn't look back at Vivian's crying. I walked straight to the helicopter and didn't slow down. There were too many people I actually cared about, too many things still left to do, and I had no more room in me for the Morrigans.
If Elena had still been alive the real one, the original she might have felt the pull of obligation. Children are raised by their parents, after all, and the world expects a certain kind of gratitude in return. But after everything. After the soup made from my ashes. I figured whatever debt existed between us had been more than settled. The ledger was closed.
