[ the cold of the rain against her face makes her look at her surroundings one last time even as less and less air makes its way into her. she keeps choking on air, her hand weakling wrapping around sheba's wrist, as her body's last instinct to survive.
her grief at being reminded of the connections she shouldn't have, of the atonement that she'll never live up to her builds as her vision goes black. there is a lingering hatred and rage within her that encapsulates her body in more pink light.
how can we make this stop? she said.
enough! sheba said. isn't this painful enough?
sheba has been doing so much to try and spare her. shouxue's mind goes blank. this is a request she can grant.
the pink light disperses into petals before surrounding sheba in a flurry of them. ]
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her grief at being reminded of the connections she shouldn't have, of the atonement that she'll never live up to her builds as her vision goes black. there is a lingering hatred and rage within her that encapsulates her body in more pink light.
how can we make this stop? she said.
enough! sheba said. isn't this painful enough?
sheba has been doing so much to try and spare her. shouxue's mind goes blank. this is a request she can grant.
the pink light disperses into petals before surrounding sheba in a flurry of them. ]