Papa wanted her to be powerful too. That was what she had to be, dangerous and powerful. She wasn't sure if it's what she wanted but she couldn't get rid of it either.

What she really wanted was family, maybe to look pretty like some of the women she saw in her head sometimes and no more fighting. No more bad men, no more danger. If that was ever possible. She wasn't sure, just like she wasn't entirely sure about Barty, but she didn't have much choice.

It was here or Barty. And Barty called her little sister. Barty had a home. She stepped over the bodies carefully and looked around as they left, more interested than afraid. "Are you powerful?"