He heard Harry say something from next to him, but he was too focused on Kiera's ghost for the words to really register. His lips quivered as he looked at her. He wanted to hug her so badly, but he was worried she'd disappear the moment he ran over to her.
"I'm sorry," Mage whispered, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. "It's my fault you're here. If you-If you had taken me in, the angels wouldn't have-"
His breath caught in his throat again. He wanted to believe it was her. He really did. But this didn't make sense, and he couldn't keep convincing himself that it was her. Harry's words suddenly clicked in the very back of his mind. This wasn't really Kiera.
The illusion snapped.
There was something else standing there now. It was dark and horrible and not remotely like Kiera. Mage wanted to run or fight, but he couldn't get his legs to move. The memories started coming before he could even process what was going on. He remembered the fire. Infernum. Finding out his parents were dead. It was all coming so fast, and all right on top of each other. Mage felt like his heart was going to split apart from how much it hurt.
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