Fault. She refused to take it, yet knew, wholeheartedly, she was at fault.

Flames licked up the broken bricks of the academy, clinging to wood like a child to its mother on its first day of school. They climbed, and they climbed, bursting from windows and causing screams that sent her to the ground over, and over again.

And as blood poured from the wound in her torso, she knew.

This was what she deserved.