I gasped in pain as Farfello smirked down at me. His mind was enough to cause me to shake uncontrollably, but his constantly wounded body made me wish I could faint. Schuldig wouldn't let me though. He would clasp onto my mind right when I was about to and force me to endure. It wasn't fair... I wanted to see Nagi...

'You won't be missing him soon enough,' I heard Schuldig mutter in my head.

Farfello seemed to enjoy watching me in pain. He must have thought that it hurt God. No one else cared about me, why would God? God was probably wondering why my soul even existed anymore.

'Your learning well,' Schuldig continued.

'Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb...' I thought in a singsong tune.

'What are you doing?' he snapped at my mind.

'Mary had a little lamb, its fleece as white as snow...'

'Stop it!'

Farfello gave me a cruel smirk after he had cut his body up to a satisfying level. He was going to touch me. If there had been a God for Farfello to hurt, then he would have stopped this.

'Someone, stop this!' I begged as I felt the pain surge through my body. 'This pain...this pain...'

'Is unbearable?' Schuldig finished. 'But you'll be dealing with pains much worse... And it is bearable, for you will handle it, my pretty...'

I let out a moan as my vision darkened. Darkness... I was trapped in the darkness again... The men with guns... Papa... Stop them...they think I'm pretty... They know I'm easy to break... Papa... ... ...

'What's it like to know that your own father betrayed you?' Schuldig asked me with morbid curiosity.

How I would have loved to answer him, but it was too dark. I couldn't even get my voice to make a cry of pain. Good night Nagi...