... That's why I want to say that I am fine... but I'm really not. It might've been reversed, but I still remember it. *her hand hovers over where she was stabbed through, before she clenches it.*

I've "died" before, in the sense that my body has been destroyed. It's happened a number of times, from one circumstance or another. It was always hard to recover from the... trauma, I suppose. Not just from dying, but with being remade.

But... this was the first time dying because of someone who had been an ally to me, for the longest time. ... But I knew something was going to end up happening. That's why I was going to confront her.