Phoebe's eyes filled with tears and the hand holding the athame shook a little. She was trying to steady herself and almost unwillingly, she took a small step forward.

"I haven't talked to Piper today," she whispered. "You can't be Prue. Prue died and there was nothing I could..." She swallowed. "It's not a knife, it's an athame. And... frak is better than some other words I could say but I'm trying to watch my language... sometimes."