The old days - when An promised her forever and she was betrothed to the ocean instead, left to rot and die in a cycle of maddening torture. Her gun doesn't rise against Yusuf, though her eyes snap over to him sharply, then to Nico.

But to sweep everything that has happened away, just like the currents swept away her sense of self, her identity, her life - it is a tempting though, and a bubbling rage grows in her chest as she thinks of it.

If only it were that easy.

"And if I do not want to come with you?" So long alone, perhaps that was what her life was meant for, the interlude of a few thousand years a brief respite from the way fate had meant it to be. There is no place to return to, no family she is a part of. That person is not the same one that stands before them now. "We are no longer the same."

Let the new ones take her place.