I just took a life. That thought kept repeating, as I ran back toward the mob to help Grandpa knock out the next section of WindFae he was struggling against. He seemed tired, weakening. I rushed toward him, leaning into the wind, stepping over unconscious WindFae. I took a life. I took a life to save a life, but still… I took a life. Fogarty had finished Miravel off, but that was just a technicality—it was my icicle that had sealed her fate.