[He's doing his best and she's at least giving him the courtesy of looking at him again. And listening. Even if there's still something about it that doesn't quite sit right with her, but it's one of those things of after seventeen years of being told and shown that you mean nothing, until the very last of your life, holds a tight grip.

She's looking away again and taking a few steps down that hallway, mostly to gather herself.]

I can't even control it. The dragon has to be provoked in some way or another to come forth, so how powerful am I really? [It's not a bad point, necessarily.]

I know the power that comes with it, I understand how useful it could be, but as far as I'm concerned, it has done little more than burden me until the end. Only when I died was I able to do something truly meaningful with it.

I can't do that here.