Rust asked me when it was over if it was hard for me to keep my distance. It was but not for the reason she may have thought.
Not because the boy from September moved to familiar power that he couldn't control, as I once did. Not because the volunteer found faith at a cost, as I found the Evening. Not even because the idol moved like Jace did the first time I saw him: all fire, no fuel, desperate to play the part but knowing none of the lines.
No... It was the prince that made me want to reveal myself. So rarely do we have a chance to apologize to those we hurt most and I wonder now, in retrospect, how the Golden Branch might be different if I'd shown myself then—if we'd shaken hands and put the past behind us, before he learned how I hurt him.