[She closed her eyes, breathing once in and out. Was she that much different from that description, herself? She had been on the run for the last year, fleeing from one hideous monstrosity after another, sometimes of her own creation and devicing. In that year, she had begun to develop a sense of a target, of people who might have been allies, of souls who could potentially aid her, and numerous more souls who were more likely to manipulate and use her.

She sighed.]

That's a start, but ... you shouldn't stay there. You shouldn't have to be just a scared little girl. What do you want to be, Arya?