"I know," Primrose whispered. She nodded slowly, her eyes steady despite the tremble in her voice. "That's exactly why I want to see it. I need to know how much I can handle … if I'm strong enough to face him when he's at his lowest."
Raven stared at her in silence, her expression unreadable. Then, finally, she sighed softly. "If this is truly what you want … I'll try."
Primrose held her breath. "Really?"
"I can't promise it'll be perfect," Raven warned gently. "This is different from seeing the future. Looking into the past, especially one that you were no longer part of, is much more complicated. Memories are heavy, especially the painful ones. They don't like being disturbed."
Primrose nodded, her hands tightly clenched in her lap. "I understand."
Raven went on to explain that she could try to show Edmund's past through the thread of fate that still connected them. But since Primrose would be watching from the outside, the vision might not be fully stable.
