She could see the universe through a small window.
She could merely appear as a haunted vision in the night.
She could die, because she only had things to die for.
She could grieve for all she had lost and all she might lose.
She could witness the monster close the walls for her again and again.
She could regret everything she had done to unleash this horror.
She could not see again how much she had sacrificed.
She could not truly do anything because she could lose everything.
She could not ever be part of this universe again.
She could sit, and watch, and wait for a day that may never come.
She could believe in the last thing she had ever spoken.
And so...
She could only hope.