I got tired of messin' with fire. [ Which, while she has improved her grasp over it, is still more fickle and prone to changing with her emotions. Also there was like a whole thing over Christmas, and it just seemed better to make little things she could keep in containers. ] Plus, I like... I like bein' able to control it.

[ Because she can't control real lightning, shakes when she sees it in the sky. She grew up with storms and tornados being a constant threat, knew when to run to the cellar before she knew how to read, and now she can't look at a storm in the distance without fear. Having her own little source that she can manipulate, destroy if she chooses, it helps.

Scratching the back of her neck, Julie pushes the lanterns back against the wall. She's not sure what to say, really, because she's not even entirely sure how she feels. ]

Look, Nadine, I don't... I don't wanna be mad anymore. I'm not even really mad, I'm just... what happens next time we don't agree? You gonna leave me in the dust again?

[ And it's childish to think that way, because even Julie knows that's not what really happened, but in the end, it is. Everyone leaves her, literally turns their back and walks away from her. And she's tired of feeling that hurt. ]