[She can't even remember how she ended up here. There was the wall of water as it came crashing down, the shrill voice in her head, her grip on Cid, air being choked out of her lungs, and then... cold darkness all around her. That is where she is now, stuck, floating endlessly through it, feelings of sadness washing over her. How long has she been here? She's lost all sense of time and of space as well. Which way is up or down? She doesn't know where she is...
All she knows is that she wishes to go back. In spite of all of the hurt in her heart and the pain she feels in her body, like something is pressing down upon her and stopping her from breathing, she wants to go back. She is terrified of what is back there—so many terrible things have happened, so many people deserve to die, and she is angry.
But he is there.
And most importantly...
She wants to live.
She doesn't want to die.
—!?
Is she dying?
Garuda's voice slips into the darkness, and she swears she sees green slitted eyes in the corners of her consciousness, but they are gone when she looks for them. Winds caress her, but they are cold and they feel empty, and for a moment, she is trapped elsewhere, stuck in a whirlwind over the ocean, somewhere that is not here.
Live.
Survive.
A distant song plays somewhere far away. She doesn't recognize it, but it feels... warm...?
No—! She must be hallucinating. Is it death beckoning to her? Reaching out to her? She tries to claw away from it, but it grows closer and closer. No, no, she wants to live—she doesn't want to die. She can't die. There's too much that she wants to do. Too much that she hasn't been able to do.
That life that she wants—she needs it!
Cidolfus!
"Shit— Benedikta!"
What? What's wrong? Why does he sound like that?
She tries to cry out to him again, but her voice never comes. Only a choked sob. Her lungs are heavy, filled with something other than air. Something hurts—no, everything hurts. Her body is aching and she can't move, even as the darkness encroaches from all sides to swallow her whole.
Cidolfus—! I want to...
Live.
Her chest hurts, and she clutches at it, trying to breathe, and then...
She lies on the ground unmoving in those moments, her breaths not coming. Her face is pale, her skin is cold and wet, and there are no signs of life in her until...
On that final push against her chest, she finally coughs and sputters, water spilling out of her mouth, and then more, and more, before she gasps for air.]
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All she knows is that she wishes to go back. In spite of all of the hurt in her heart and the pain she feels in her body, like something is pressing down upon her and stopping her from breathing, she wants to go back. She is terrified of what is back there—so many terrible things have happened, so many people deserve to die, and she is angry.
But he is there.
And most importantly...
She wants to live.
She doesn't want to die.
—!?
Is she dying?
Garuda's voice slips into the darkness, and she swears she sees green slitted eyes in the corners of her consciousness, but they are gone when she looks for them. Winds caress her, but they are cold and they feel empty, and for a moment, she is trapped elsewhere, stuck in a whirlwind over the ocean, somewhere that is not here.
Live.
Survive.
A distant song plays somewhere far away. She doesn't recognize it, but it feels... warm...?
No—! She must be hallucinating. Is it death beckoning to her? Reaching out to her? She tries to claw away from it, but it grows closer and closer. No, no, she wants to live—she doesn't want to die. She can't die. There's too much that she wants to do. Too much that she hasn't been able to do.
That life that she wants—she needs it!
Cidolfus!
"Shit— Benedikta!"
What? What's wrong? Why does he sound like that?
She tries to cry out to him again, but her voice never comes. Only a choked sob. Her lungs are heavy, filled with something other than air. Something hurts—no, everything hurts. Her body is aching and she can't move, even as the darkness encroaches from all sides to swallow her whole.
Cidolfus—! I want to...
Live.
Her chest hurts, and she clutches at it, trying to breathe, and then...
She lies on the ground unmoving in those moments, her breaths not coming. Her face is pale, her skin is cold and wet, and there are no signs of life in her until...
On that final push against her chest, she finally coughs and sputters, water spilling out of her mouth, and then more, and more, before she gasps for air.]