"That hurts… This hurts a whole lot, you know?!" Benerib spat blood on the inside of her mask, grabbing the arm piercing right through her body with strength unbefitting of a dying woman.
"No point in struggling any longer that necessary, you are merely extending your own suffering, do not turn yourself in a corpse-puppet, this will accomplish nothing" the Ersta'sol remained calm, at this distance, he was able to see her eyes, he could not quite distinguish their colour, but they were contorted into something that was not shock or weakness, instead, they were crescent, like the heretic was overjoyed about something.
