Fear of a bully, fear of a volcano; the power within you does not distinguish. It does not recognize degree.

You meet those eyes and realize, suddenly, that there’s so little left in you which is capable of fear.

Denying what you are didn't keep people from knowing what you are.""And flaunting it isn't what saved you."Ykka takes a deep breath. The muscles in her jaw flex, relax. "And that would be why I asked you do this, Cutter. But let's move on."So it goes on.

Jija killed his own son for what a completely different person did, long before that son's birth. This, more than anything, helps her finally understand that there is no reasoning with her father's hatred.