Blinking Meyla, wiped her eyes. Dishevelling the last of her tears. This proved it, despite her training, despite her experience and despite kidding herself all these years. She was and always would be weak, just as the shadow had declared.
Your pathetic, worthless, you'll never amount to anything, damn it! If only you could have died in your sister's place.
But no longer, she had seen the power wielded so effortlessly by the rest of the group, those who weren't weak, weren't afraid to use the entity's power... and they were all the stronger for it. Could such power do the same for her? Could it make her worth something? But ultimately, was it worth the sacrifice? Perhaps she would lose herself... but then, that might not be such a bad thing after all, it's not like she was worth anything. Right?