Sorrow for Chlorr

And by Chlorr I mean Clariel of course. Having read Clariel before this (which I enjoyed), I know her story. She just wanted to be free, to live in the Great Forest. “She is a creature of Death? That is what I have become?” This line broke me. I always liked Clariel even when she was being selfish. She felt so real. When she hugs Chlorr, embracing that evil part of herself, and whispers “This path, I choose” I just full on cried. This poor fragment of her spirit, the piece I believe to be the real Clariel, finally made the right choice.