(Ohhhh Ky no)
"That doesn't excuse it, of course," Gaius went on. "Her daughter suffers for it, and I expect she herself would be much happier without the glassweed. But she's too far gone, now. Her mind's left her, and I think she prefers it that way at this point." He drifted into silence, saddened by the realization that he'd lost his sister. She was nothing now but a shattered teacup with a few pieces missing, and that was all she'd be for the rest of her life. She'd robbed her own child of a mother, and her brutish husband of a wife. She'd robbed her brothers of a sister.
