Ghosts don't frighten me. [Maketh makes a face, glaring down at her coffee. She wishes dearly that she'd been better that day, with the mirrors and what they prompted. But it did happen, and she had to survive the aftermath.

It could have been much worse. They've come to an understanding now.

Maketh rocks back on her heels.] I can't promise I won't do it again. Not when the gods can warp our perception of reality. I don't wish to, for whatever that counts for.