Outside muted voices planned her death to go smoothly, uneventful. A celebrations of sorts, but she blocked herself from hearing it, curled her sore body into the corner and let her ears press back against her skull to block out their voices. Black eyes stared warily through the darkness of the bare room. Her stomach gurgled but the pain of hunger didn't bother her, the day old plate of food that lay across the room had only been set there to prolong her suffering.

She could not cease to see the images in her head, everything she'd lived for... there was nothing there to take pride in. Everything she'd ever done had been born of loss, born from anger, frustration. She'd never had her place...

Tears bit at her as a familiar face entered her head. That face she had lived for, killed for. Her only source of love and her most prized possession all thrown into one. So small, hardly old enough to be on his own. How could she have let this happen. In her desperate attempts to save him, protect him... it would be her second failure.

Agony turned her body sideways and she pummeled a fist hard against the ground. "I hate you!" She screamed at the darkness, "I know you can hear me, river dog and I hate you!" Her voice went ragged and horse. She swallowed, crept back into the corner and burrowed her head in her paws. Outside it was quiet now, she hoped her screaming had driven them away. His voice made her feel ill, to think she'd trusted him, befriended him.

But she was stupid. Proved it time and time again no matter her attempts to find peace the world around her would always drive her towards violence. No road lead anywhere but to this moment, her death would be inevitably gruesome. If she had known this world when she was young as she did well she would have stepped in front of the blade that killed the rest of her kin, rather then run from it. She'd wanted for so long to go home, to be innocent, to be happy.

There had never been a way back, there never would be and she would die a killer, a heart hardened masked soul, a guilty survivor. But she could not help but think, memories of her life before had all but disappeared in her mind. There was only that fire-filled night, Briaar's mistake and then there was nothing. Nothing after that but revenge and sinking and loneliness and then finally after so long home had found her... Thinking of him again made her consider dragging her own claws across her face to distract herself. However she wouldn't need to.

The door creaked. She kept her self still, eyes hidden, head buried, body crammed so close to the wall she was hardly noticeable in the darkness. She gritted her fangs together as the voice began. "Yknow... I jus' can't believe you di' that."

A lecture, his final goodbye. How fitting.

"I jus' never knew ye t'kill... Well when y'didn't think y'needed to at least."

An explanation wouldn't save her now. She wouldn't bother.

"I jus'... I jus' wanted to tell ye It'll be soon an'... an' if ye want anythin'... we aren't cruel 'ere, y'know. If ye want anythin' y'can ask."

Silence struck as she raised her head, the light from outside the door stung her eyes and she looked over the beast before her. He was her age, taller then she, for she'd always been small. She knew the otter well, could have recognized him anywhere... would have been glad to see his face. "You can find Kael, you can tell him I'm dead." The words were growled, dangerous sounding like a threat. The things in her head made her quickly hide her face from him again, she would not be weak in front of him, would not beg, would not ask.

The silence wavered. He'd never been good at hiding how he felt, his voice cracked, "Sar, I..." He would be composing himself, just as she was. "I'll leave ye, then." Door creaked shut, lock clicked into place.

The ferret left behind in the corner shifted, held her paws together and took comfort in imagining herself memories of herself as a child with Kael. He would survive, just as she had. He would be beaten down by the world and frustration would find him and he would learn, just as she had. His opportunities would be muted, and hate for others would be piled onto him. The only thing she'd cared for, she prayed in the dark silence that he could find himself an ounce of pride in their broken world, a piece, no matter how small, of love. It would be enough for him... it would have to be.

The assassin Saria would wait for death to find her. It had been a long time coming and she'd done her damage. Never the life her parents had planned for her, never the life she had understood. Life all the same, survival at its most grotesque. Her world was black and white, she'd tried to escape in shades of gray and found that there the most pain lay. She could never be as she wanted to be. Never be ignorant and blissful as she had been once, so long ago. Chaos blinked at the back of her mind, threatening to overcome her but she kept it down.

She would die, but not without knowing her own true intentions. Her own driving force, never a black mass where her heart should have been. No, it was more complicated then that. At the very least, she knew she was not evil. Her death in vain of all things she'd tried to make her existence work in her favor.

Quietly she pressed her head back against the cold stone and let out a sight. Soon, he'd said. Soon.