"I don’t know," she says, chewing her cheek. "She was brilliant, but she wasn’t... right. She was incredibly distrustful to the point of paranoia, always convinced that people had it out for her. Made up stories about them based on some perceived slight. There was nothing you could do if that happened. You were dead to her. I witnessed it multiple times, but I didn’t really care. As long as I had her, I didn’t really care about anything. She got under my skin, and I never even realised how much power she had over me until she tore it all up." She drops her head again, face obscured by silver-white hair. 