I couldn't make sense of the mess in my head. Diego was dead, and that was the main thing, the devastating thing. Other than that, the fight was over, my coven had lost and my enemies had won. But my dead coven was full of people who would have loved to watch me burn, and my enemies were speaking to me kindly when they had no reason to.
The narrator is grappling with overwhelming emotions following the death of Diego, which has brought clarity to the chaos in her mind. She acknowledges the harsh reality that not only has she lost her friend but also her coven has been defeated, leading to her enemies emerging victorious. The loss feels insurmountable and painful.
Despite the tragedy, there’s an unsettling complexity to her situation. The very people who were once her adversaries are now treating her with unexpected kindness, which intensifies her feelings of betrayal and confusion. Her reflections reveal a struggle to reconcile the loss of her coven, filled with individuals who wouldn't have supported her, with the odd sense of camaraderie from her foes.
