Strangely enough, the memory that comes to her then is that of Aveline, leaning over her husband Wesley, as he lay there dying of the Blight. Marian, whispering to her, telling that it was her choice and she could not make it for her. Bethany remembered holding one arm around Connor's waist, as she sent bouts of healing magic through him even as he grumbled, Mother's concerned and strained look.

She had prayed then, Please, Maker, never put me in that position.

Yet here she was. The Maker truly had abandoned them - abandoned them all.

"... Hush love. There is nothing to forgive." She pulled back enough, to grab one of the pillows from the bed. "We'll be together, forever, soon enough. I love you. Always."

Then she pressed the pillow over his mouth and nose, pushing it down with her own Force magic to smother him. Tears ran down her face, mixing with the blood that was splashed across her nose, and falling on the blanket as she kept Aleron down with every ounce of pure magic she had in her. To take away his pain. To put him at the Maker's side.

Her words were choked as she whispered.

"The Light shall lead her safely
Through the paths of this world, and into the next.
For she who trusts in the Maker, fire is her water.
As the moth sees light and goes toward flame,
She should see fire and go towards Light.
The Veil holds no uncertainty for her,
And she will know no fear of death, for the Maker
Shall be her beacon and her shield, her foundation and her sword..."