Katy’s hands shake – of course her hands are freaking shaking, her mentor has just received a Dementor’s Kiss right in front of her very freaking eyes! – as the ghosts of all her lost potentials seem to be closing in on her at once, clawing at her, mocking her – you can’t do it, you can’t, you can’t, you’d just fail and then you’d feel worse because you’d the be reason the Great Protector dies.

As she forces herself to look away from the unicorn glow of the Great Protector’s soul, she sees Shaun – Shangqi, names have meaning and he is Shangqi, here – and Xialing barely hanging on to the mane of the Great Protector. She closes her eyes, thinks not of all the voices that tells her how she should be, what she never could be, but of that boy she once already saved from a school ground bully ten years ago instead; the twang of the bow string echoes against the chaos, and Katy only opens her eyes when she hears the bat-Dementor-thing scream with pain.