[ Her hands cling to his, desperate for something to just help... ground her. Of all people the Order had to send, why did it have to be him.

And she's quiet for a moment, her hands squeezing around his as she tries to take those deep breaths. Remember what dad told you, remember what he said - ]

No, it's... All a blur, when I woke up from those nightmares. But it would've... Been from when I first - [ She pauses, trembling, her hands clinging tight around his. ]

He was behind me, holding onto the scythe. He wouldn't let go unless I finished it...

[ Always behind her, that looming shadow and those jingle of those bells. The man that forced her to take all her feelings and lock them away, lest her soul tore under the pressure of it all. Who sees her as this beast, a God to bring the Order to greater heights.

Her skin crawls thinking about it, and she bites hard on her lip to try to keep some calm. She's furious, she's distressed, she wants to scream and cry and - ]

They don't. They don't own me. [ She repeats, taking another deep breath as she spits out the following words; ]

He calls me a "Goddess" and it makes my skin crawl. I don't... want to be that.