There's something like magic in Cornelia's world but it's a dark power, twisted, corrupt. It has cost her more than she can bear to think about. She won't question its existence but is not yet prepared to embrace it as a positive force.

Very little of what Connie says makes sense to Cornelia, but the sentiment is familiar. "The first sacrifice any warrior makes is their own sense of peace," she says, her tone soft, reflective. "It's no wonder you wanted to remain there."

Now, she finally motions to the lion. "Was the memory from a time before him as well?"