She was exhausted.  That last explosion seemed to have taken all of her emotions and willpower with it.  She was just an empty vessel now, an animated rag doll that moved in whichever way it was pushed.  Isaac dragged her along some unknown route and her feet complied without protest.  When he finally let her go, she simply collapsed to the ground.  A puppet without its strings.<br/><br/>Someone was speaking to her.  She heard words, but she didn’t understand what was being said.  She was so tired.  But someone was speaking to her.  She should listen.  It was…<span style="font-style: italic">polite</span>. To listen when someone spoke.  At least, that’s what her mother had said?  She dragged her head back so her downcast eyes could stare at whoever was speaking.<br/><br/>Vivio stared at the other person in incomprehension, eyes blinking languidly as she tried to figure out who he was and what he was saying.  She didn’t know him. Did she?<br/><br/><span style="color: deepskyblue"> “Take..”</span>Her voice cracked and she swallowed harshly, trying to get any moisture into her throat.<span style="color: deepskyblue"> “Take what? Out?”</span>Her head dropped forward again as she tried to see whatever the other person had been talking about.  When doing so, she jolted the dagger in her shoulder and hissed at the pain.  One hand groped around in that area, slicing a finger on the still exposed blade.  Another hiss of pain and then she popped her bleeding finger into her mouth.  Apparently satisfied with knowing what her companion wanted to take out, the blonde then turned her gaze to look around her, though she still appeared delirious.<br/><br/><span style="color: deepskyblue"> “Oh look…”</span>She said around her finger, the words sounding more like “woh wook,”<span style="color: deepskyblue"> “A doggie.”</span>She stared at the animated coyote corpse before smiling and pointing her non-injured finger at her eye, nearly poking it out as she did so.<span style="color: deepskyblue"> “It matches my eye.  This one.”</span>She stabbed around her left eye before stopping, finger still resting on her face, and looking at the other person.<span style="color: deepskyblue"> “Oh hey.. you match my eye too.”</span>