She was using entirely too much magic. It wasn't like she was going to run out -- there was no running out. There was only Rinoa, and the infinite well of magic that was now the other part of herself.

But the more you used, the more it was and the less you were. The more she was the Sorceress and the less, Rinoa. And then it was hard to find her way back at all.

"They came in," she said. "He smashed out. They got him angry. She had been keeping him calm. And then I got to be me again."

... That wasn't entirely true. This wasn't quite her. But it was harder and harder to follow the logic.

"It was hell down there," she added, darkly.

So ... you know. Some of them were a wee bit crazy.