“Aren’t you coming, too?” she asked. “Don’t we all have to follow his grand mighty lordship SinisterFace?

Peril’s face lit up. “Of course!” she said. “That’s awesome! You have animus magic! You can kill him!”

I know, I know, it’s my thing,” Peril said, “but I can’t kill him, because of his stupid magic, GROWL. So you have to. Don’t worry, it’s not that hard, and it would be such a relief — for me, I mean — because I’m having this feeling — I don’t know what to call it, but it’s kind of big and heavy and annoying? And it’s filling me all up inside like everything is awful and it’s all my fault? Like maybe all the bad things in the world are my fault?