Please don’t worry, Ms. Elkin. Those of us who knew you well suffer from no such misunderstanding.
You were a zealous paladin in your time, but your faith was brittle. Under strain, you broke. The jagged shards remain a hazard to believers to this day.
The end.
(I also somewhat like the aesthetics of the Tornado, especially dressed in purple and gold, and in numbers. “Windrunner” Tornadoes are so much fun.)