Sherri nodded and shifted into her painfully cramped human form.
"Yeah, but you also killed a bunch of Pure members," Sherri replied. This kind of uncomfortable, bittersweet optimism was new to her. It was probably Bleddyn's contagious attitude rubbing off on her. She wanted to exhaust all of her precious oxygen to explain to Bleddyn how everything would be okay and that she felt sorry for Bleddyn, but she needed to stop lying to herself. "Okay. This is not okay, but it's not your fault. But, every day is an opportunity to save someone's life, to be a hero. You need to ask yourself what you did to be a hero today, and you have the opportunity be a hero right now."
She pointed to the white left hand of the golden pixie, smeared with dirt. Her face was smushed into Connor's dark fur, her right hand clutching it. Her wings were bent, but were a dull, translucent color, unlike the blooming gold they had been before. She still glowed faintly, though. She's still alive.
