"Nothing worth doing is ever easy," she said, feeling that somewhere out there, in the shimmering ether of the multiverse, her sister was laughing at her.

A lot.

She shrugged. "Anyway, he tried to kill me. He failed. I don't think the murder-moth monster--if he's still out there--is going to succeed."

It's not me he's trying to protect, is it? It's himself.