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Max can't forget Kate's face the moment she stepped over the edge. There was so much pain, so much desperation ...
And Max can't help but blame herself. She had neglected the girl she called friend severely, even though she knew Kate had problems.
But it was too late, simple as that, and Max hates herself for it. If only she had done more, if only she had asked, insisted, listened!
If only she hadn't been so focused on herself. Why were her powers useless in just that moment?!
"Because I was even too late for that," she whispers and cries.