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As the futility of her protests sinks in, she drops onto her knees, her head lowered and her shoulders drooped. Rationality and self-preservation pull her ears and scream into them ~ A lifetime of affliction, then... is this worth it? ~ And a countering voice resonates around her ~ What madness is this?! These are your friends... ~ What friends? You've let them go, only to sink into a worse fate. Why not make amends while you can? ~ Her body now convulses once again ~ How can you betray them? Have your morals sunk so low?! ~ Her fists clench tightly, shaking from the exertion ~ To hell with morals in matters of survival! It would be so easy... to lure them back... you know the way...you can do it...
Body writhing in pain from the inner conflict, she raises both hands to her temples and grips the sides of her faces with outstretched palms ~ Stop this! I'll go mad if you don't stop! I won't allow this...
Suddenly, she feels an arm shaking her insistently, followed by a sober tone ~ "Mistral, you okay?" ~ With a soft cry of gratitude, she turns towards the intruder who has saved her from the struggle...
In reality, her body gives a final tremble before her eyes flutter open. Turning to her left, she sees a large figure dashing out of the room. It seemed to be Rogovich, though he slightly staggered in his steps. Weak from exhaustion, she remains lying down, feeling the perspiration running down her neck.
Whatever I do, I must not fall asleep again...not now... ~ Forcing her eyes to remain open, she stares at the ceiling of the room.
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