She doesn't have the strength for anything more than a bare groan of pain.
"You will," she whispers, not loud enough for him to hear, not really making any sense, consciousness fast slipping away. "You'll pay. We all pay."
As everything fades away, she wonders if they'll even bother bringing her back. If instead she'll be like her friends, like Sherlock and Punchy and Gabriel, just left for dead. And she can't decide which one she wants. She wants to live. But dying for good...maybe it would be like now. Maybe it would be a mercy that spared her more agony.
Her thoughts gently unravel, and the last of her consciousness and strength floats away. Moments later her heart stops beating, and she dies in the spreading pool of her own blood.
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"You will," she whispers, not loud enough for him to hear, not really making any sense, consciousness fast slipping away. "You'll pay. We all pay."
As everything fades away, she wonders if they'll even bother bringing her back. If instead she'll be like her friends, like Sherlock and Punchy and Gabriel, just left for dead. And she can't decide which one she wants. She wants to live. But dying for good...maybe it would be like now. Maybe it would be a mercy that spared her more agony.
Her thoughts gently unravel, and the last of her consciousness and strength floats away. Moments later her heart stops beating, and she dies in the spreading pool of her own blood.