[For a moment, it almost looks as if she may have expired, she is so still. After releasing a short, barely audible sigh and closing her eyes in exhaustion, her breath is frozen in her lungs, the sludge trickles from her half-open lips... but she is not so lucky as that. Eventually, she does draw a ragged breath.
How many more times can she do this? She doesn't know. ... But he won't grant her wish, which means she has only one request left.]
Then, please...
[If she regained her powers here, if she became the Contractor who had been Havoc and Carmine and however many more names she had lost to the M.E... There'd be no telling what choice she might make in this place, what she might judge as a threat to be eliminated without qualm, without emotion or morals. And in that case...]
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How many more times can she do this? She doesn't know. ... But he won't grant her wish, which means she has only one request left.]
Then, please...
[If she regained her powers here, if she became the Contractor who had been Havoc and Carmine and however many more names she had lost to the M.E... There'd be no telling what choice she might make in this place, what she might judge as a threat to be eliminated without qualm, without emotion or morals. And in that case...]
Please go. Far from here...
[From her.]