Notes: Displays Starfire's thoughts just before she wakes up in her initial scene in "The End, Part Three". Take caution, this is an extremely short drabble.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans.
She knows that it would be so much easier to just lay down and die. Her body is battered and bruised, her ribs—stronger than those of humanity but still not invulnerable—beginning to ache and splinter, and her eyelids, purple with anger and distress, lie heavy as lead over green irises and pale green sclera. They don't want to open.
Hell awaits her, her dark heart manifested and gleaming with angry, malicious red eyes that want nothing more than to tear into her flesh, because they both knows that she's real and that clay-born thing is just an object.
There is nothing left for her, nothing that's real and nothing that can help her or bring her any happiness. What does she have to live for, now that the end has come?
Get up. Get…up…
It's easier just to die.
But she will never do what is easy, in place of what is right.