It's dark.
"Pyrrha!"
It's dark and cold and I'm all alone.
"Pyrrha!"
I should feel pain. Why don't I feel pain?
Where am I?
Why can't I see?
"Pyrrha, listen to me!"
I can hear a voice but I can't see her. I know who's voice that is. I can't face her.
"Please! I'm your friend, Pyrrha!"
How can she still care? Should I let her see me?
Can I let her see me?
"Pyrrha, turn around!"
I can't face her.
"You aren't alone, friend."
Am I?
She turns. There is a single beam of light shining on the girl with the copper hair that curls under her chin and the piercing green eyes. The girl takes a step forward, smiling.
How can you smile? How can you still want to help me?
She reaches out a hand and Pyrrha hesitates to take it.
I'll just hurt her again. I shouldn't get close to her.
She takes the hand. The green eyed girl pulls Pyrrha to her feet.
"Found you."