Violette stood at the edge overlooking the fire. She twirled the coin in her fingers, looking at the way it reflected the light from the flames.
The coin showed her who she was. A traitor.
"It was needed." She whispered.
But was this? Someone had died as a result of her actions. She saw what the wish-granter was feeling before the fire started. She could've done something.
You don't need to feel regret.
A fire that raged with fury that could scorch even a dragon lay below her.
You don't need to feel.
She held the coin above her, over the edge. Sparkling with light, glittering like gold. It wasn't intrinsically special, but something felt right about using the coin she took from Vellelu.
You don't need to.
The coin wasn't special. It wasn't different. It had nothing important, and it had no history. No tempering.
You don't need.
It meant nothing. And if Violette knew one thing, it was to release your regrets. These things haunted those who ignored them, and caused grief to those who didn't find peace with them. Regrets were powerful.
You don't.
She held the coin between her forefinger and her thumb. With a mental farewell, she flipped the coin up into the sky, watching it spin and shimmer, distorted by smoke. It flickered, and then vanished, consumed by the flame.
You.
Violette felt isolated, as if the skies had turned black and the world was consumed whole. Violette's voice was reduced to a whisper.
"Farewell, wish-granter."
And just like that, it was over.
Now the question remained: Should she just leave?