"I'm sorry," said Pheonix from behind Star. Nothing else. What else was there to say?

The wind blew, gentle yet firm. Pheonix's flame flared slight, then dimmed once again.

"They all hate me," whispered Star. "For who I was. Who I am."

I don't hate you. The words formed on Pheonix's lips, but he couldn't force them out. What use were they? They were just words.

"Sometimes..." The wind blew Star's hair into her face. She made no motion to move it away. "Sometimes I wonder if everyone would be better off if I just... didn't exist."

Pheonix couldn't think of any words that would make that better. So he just hugged her.

They sat like that, together, until the last of the light faded from the sky.