Five can feel her body self-destructing. Every neuron of her's is tearing itself apart. The fact she can even sense the heat of the flames, ready to shallow her whole, is a miracle.
Yet even so, she only experiences everything through a distant haze. It's like her mind is trapped in a glass case separate from the world. The only thing she can focus on, is a past seemingly forgotten by everyone but her. If it wasn't for the clarity of the memories, she might have mistaken it for nothing but a delusion she imagined to cope with the pain.
In that past, a young boy held her hand with too much gentleness for monsters like them. Brown eyes hold nothing but fierce determination and a certainty Five only dreamed of one day holding.
"I won't let us die here. We'll all escape, together."
He was just as powerless as the rest of them. How did Nine think he could change things? It was impossible and foolish to pretend otherwise.
"How could you do that? How could any of us do that?" Already at such a young age she had adopted to haughty mask that hid all her insecurities.
"I can't tell you right now, but I promise it will work. You just have to promise me you won't die."
"Easy enough."
She had hardly believed him to be telling the truth, but a lie had suited her fine. Anything that provided her with enough hope to make it through another day would have worked for Five.
Still it seems that all her hope has run out by now.
Looks like I'm gonna her have to break that promise now, Nine.
Her last thought is that it's only fair after he broke his.