You killed a child version of me. That one had her heart ripped out of her chest by a half-trained girl with nothing more than the clumsy powers of winter behind her.

[ Akua said it, haughty. She did not step back, but with the power of the sand at her side, she pulled a small amount out, a challenge on her face. ]

Do you think that I had learned nothing since then? That version of me... was all hate and spite, and didn't know anything about an even greater power.

[ The power of Friendship, actually. She does not summon yet, with her sand, but the threat is there. What would happen, if she pulled her memories of the Warden free from her memories. She wondered if Amow would handle it?

Sometimes, she wished she could ask Catherine what she thought -- of all of this? ]

Don't be overconfident yet.