[When she had still been in the Shrine of the Innocent... It had almost seemed like it could be a blessing, to wake up in this new, foreign world. Like a gift, a reward for how valiantly she'd managed to fight off her powers near Hell's Gate, how she'd held off just long enough to nearly die, how much she'd longed to atone and live a quiet life. But now...]
Not back... not back to my world...
[The hand on her throat doesn't constrict, even though she begs for it, her weak, bony fingers, two of them broken, squeezing with the strength of... nothing, she has nothing left. Every ounce of her power is being used to mentally fight the advance of the Kenoma even now calling out to her in sweet offers of the comfort that came with despair. Instead, she feels fingers gently wiping away the black sludge she has coughed up, preventing the dark stains from dripping further down her neck to pool in the hollow where her crimson shard rested. She hears the man (angel's?) voice soft and soothing, as if trying to chase away her fears.]
My powers...
[She tries to impress upon him the importance, beg him to understand why she has to die, but... her vision is growing black at the edges, exhausted from her fight.]
They'll turn me back into a...
[A Contractor. But this new world of Horos would not understand what that was, would it? So how, in the simplest terms, could she make him see why she had to be put down now... ? Why she should be put out of the potential misery of being-]
no subject
Not back... not back to my world...
[The hand on her throat doesn't constrict, even though she begs for it, her weak, bony fingers, two of them broken, squeezing with the strength of... nothing, she has nothing left. Every ounce of her power is being used to mentally fight the advance of the Kenoma even now calling out to her in sweet offers of the comfort that came with despair. Instead, she feels fingers gently wiping away the black sludge she has coughed up, preventing the dark stains from dripping further down her neck to pool in the hollow where her crimson shard rested. She hears the man (angel's?) voice soft and soothing, as if trying to chase away her fears.]
My powers...
[She tries to impress upon him the importance, beg him to understand why she has to die, but... her vision is growing black at the edges, exhausted from her fight.]
They'll turn me back into a...
[A Contractor. But this new world of Horos would not understand what that was, would it? So how, in the simplest terms, could she make him see why she had to be put down now... ? Why she should be put out of the potential misery of being-]
A monster...