It's something within that destroys her, not an outside threat, not a power greater than herself. A rot that grows by the day; a blemish as black as she is gold. As blemish as dark as him, and darker than their intents intertwined. It's utter decimation. She's ruined, as the ruination of everything she has built lines itself up on the battlefield.
She won't run from a fight. It's not her way, even if she could run from the shadows inside herself. She will destroy herself beneath the hate of a faction before she lets that blight she hides inside show its ugly face to a world on a precipice.
that could've been so much better. i don't know what i'm doing with my life.