[It feels... nice. Nice enough to almost maybe forget what's outside of Mephisto's embrace, but not quite. She leans back, energy just... gone. She can't remember the last time she felt this drained. Has she ever been like this? She remembers that time in third grade when she had the flu and still got up on stage in between vomiting to gleefully perform Hard Knock Life, of all songs, and now... she doesn't know if she'd ever be able to shout out anything, with any emotion, again.
Even her sobs are quieting down as she weakly responds.]
no subject
Even her sobs are quieting down as she weakly responds.]
Don't... I didn't do anything.