And what might your trying get you? [Carefully not picturing the following: her mother's hand, not outstretched to haul Morrigan back after ten years and more, but greater than she was, voice ringing out in leather and raven's feathers, a hand curled about Kieran's shoulder instead.] The tale ends with your death, there is no more. The world moves on. You must have stories such as that too. Are you so very desperate to throw yourself upon the blade or rend yourself asunder? There are terrible tales a-plenty she had of such figures.