Sera’s eyes glazed over for a moment, the memory of that time hazy and fractured. The weight of Zoya’s words settled in her chest like a stone. She swallowed, trying to push through the fog in her mind.

"I... I didn’t remember him?" Sera’s voice cracked slightly, the hurt and confusion mixing in her words. "I… burned him?" The thought of it made her stomach twist. She couldn’t even imagine doing that to Finn. He’d always been there, a constant, even when everything else was slipping through her fingers.

Her hands clenched at her sides, frustration bubbling beneath her skin. “How could I not remember him?” she murmured, as if the question could answer itself. "I—he was trying to save me..." She shook her head, trying to make sense of it, but the pieces didn’t fit. The idea of being so lost, so far removed from who she was, tore at her.

"But he came for me..." She glanced at Zoya, a flicker of something deep and painful in her eyes. "He still came for me, even after everything. Finn…" She let the thought hang in the air, overwhelmed by both the relief and the guilt. She’d hurt him. But somehow, he’d still found a way to pull her back. "I don't... I don't know what I’d have done without him."