As long as the dark ones existed, one thing has always held us back. The pull of the family we were so desperate to protect. The friendships that make it impossible to forget who we used to be. The magic that threatens to undo our most evil deeds. And, worst of all… The love that refuses to give up on us.
You don’t get to create danger, and then protect us from that danger. That’s not heroic. That’s insane.
There’s no way to really protect yourself. You can’t put a weapon between you and losing people, and you can’t even run away from them, either.