"Mortanne and Father and me - we came together, and we wove a great spell, and we found the part of me I was trying so hard to stop and control. And we tore it out, Radar. We got it out."

The joy of it fills her, as she impulsively presses her cheek to the hen in her arms just to feel the softness of the feathers there. Her mind will always be chaos, she will always know the allure of violence, she will always have thoughts - but her hands are her own. Her choices are her own. It's what she wanted all this time.

"I'm free. I don't have to worry that something else is going to take over. I don't have to hurt anyone if I don't want to anymore."