The dragon draws herself up, and you stagger back, throwing an arm over your eyes. It's no use. The world presses in, all gleaming edges and brilliant eyes, and in a voice like shattered glass, she says,
"That you assume Light to be good, or kind - that is your mistake."
Then she slumps, once again. The terrible light fades, leaving only her - a tired, ragged thing that has fought too many battles.