[Sabriel would be lying if she couldn't admit to herself that ever since the Valentine's day Shift she hadn't wished she could have just forgotten the whole thing. To suddenly be given the joys of being in love, of really being loved and then to have it taken away? It was cruel, and it cut deeper than any knife could.

For a moment Sabriel considers the young woman's request, her eyes heavy on her bells hung beside her bed. It wouldn't require much, a toll of Belgaer could gather the memories then Saraneth to bind them away and...no, she couldn't. Shaking her head with a shudder she turns away from the bells and back to the journal. It was too much Necromancy, too dark, too risky...and no matter how much she understood Katniss' pain she couldn't use Free magic for this.

Sometimes a good intentioned act was all it took to set off powers beyond control. Maybe that's all it took for a true Necromancer to be born.]

In my world, the magic to do what you're asking for is used to hurt others, to change them into something they're not. Even if I were to try and do it for you, it would change who you are and I don't know if I'd be able to undo it without permanent damage.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what you've been through, but I know what it's like to miss someone so much it makes your heart ache. You are not alone, Katniss.