‘it seems she lost her way.’ [ @ abigail, perhaps talking about one of her stories ;v; ]

{ Elixir For Existence }

The observation draws Abigail into a momentary reverie, recalling for herself the demons exorcised into the book he had chosen to discuss. There was no denying that

Jeanne was a troubled woman – her methods of dealing with the demons that haunted her were violent and angry, the sort of things that people attributed more to pirates than to gentile women. 

“She finds her path,” Abigail’s assurance is quiet, thoughtful. “It is perhaps not the right one – but then, even good people can make terrible choices. What defines them is not the fact that they got lost but rather – I think – what they do once they realize they have allowed themselves to get tangled in the dark. That is the mark of what makes a person good or bad – we are all capable of great acts in either direction, but the moment we choose deliberately to take a side – that is the moment that truly shapes us.”