I was there when he arrived, already outside. Something about his arrival and what he said when extinguishing the flames just seemed...perfectly timed. Maybe it doesn't matter. No, I'm sure it doesn't, now. [Then again, isn't that Ish's magic - time?

Andrew pulls her knees up and presses her face to them. She does look very young, then, like she really is a child. She hasn't even earned the right to feel bad for this thing she caused. They could have at least chosen her, and she'd feel like she earned this selfish, childish feeling.]

Would you prefer your gift back? So that you can hold onto it.

[She thinks about all of the socks, her only gifts, going missing all at once; how their absence ate a hole in her. She didn't realize she could feel that way about anyone else.]