Why?
Why did I come?
What on earth did I think would happen?
She's a villain.
A criminal.
A menace to society.
She's burnt buildings.
Hurt friends.
Endangered millions.
She's killed.
Yet I came.
All she had to do was ask. An email. A time and place. And I came running.
It was stupid.
I should've set a trap. Brought back up. At least have told somebody where I was going.
But that would require an explanation as to how I know her at all.
"I didn't think you'd come."
I turned around.
And for the first time in three years, I looked my sister in the eye.