She fled her centre months ago.
Now looking inward, Molly sees a grey, writhing tangle wrapped around her light; a shadowy octopus feeding off her glow.
Living at the edge of herself, she does what is necessary, organising everything outside efficiently but doing nothing about the shadow inside.
When Gabriel left, Molly lost her heart, and her light became fodder for shadow. Only her mind survives.
On the edge of her being, she evades the shadowy tentacles and tries to find the secret weapon. The weapon with the power to reclaim her centre; found only in a hug from Gabriel.