"Well... yes, of course. Knowing that didn't help, either."

She'd been ready to see it all end. A ridiculous, childish tantrum that had served little purpose at all, until it served as a vehicle for an important realisation.

"I decided that if I had no control over my life, I wouldn't live it, and... everything started to fade away. Everyone around me started to get sick. Even the Phaerie lords and ladies. I was... stubborn, and selfish, and I nearly killed them all." Poison frowns and shakes her head. There's no way to phrase it that makes it sound good.

"Because it was my story. It couldn't exist without me. Because I was the next Hierophant."