...and so, she makes her choice. Her brokenness cannot corrupt anybody if she just... does this. Just a little more...
And she has done it. A quick slit at her wrist. She watched in fascination as the smooth, crimson blood spurted out from the seemingly tiny cut.
She can't corrupt anyone if she is gone from this world. Consider this as her final favor to him and everyone in this country that they can't and shouldn't.
A broken tool is useless after all. Has no worth. Unless it can be fixed. But she won't have any worth even if she gets fixed and outfitted with glistening gem and perfectly cut crystal. As her eyes grew heavy, she thinks, at least this time, very peaceful compared to before. If only they all could just shut up, that would be great.
Why are they all crying? Shouldn't they be happy she's gone from their life? Ah, Kai crying too. She hated that she make Kai cry.
What was this tightening feeling in her chest? Is it-
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And she knew no more.