Isabella blinked her eyes, her long lashes fluttering away as a dizziness began to overcome her. The rush of emotions, the confusion of exactly what was going on and how these events were twisting and changing in front of her... The desperation, knowing that without any help a hollow would surely pick her off even if this Knight did not.<br/><br/>She considered her chances of survival as she watched him offer his hand to her, her features softening from her previous anger as she realized that she may very well be doomed either way from now on. He may decide to snap and cut her down later, but she wanted to die feeling one shred of warmth from anything, anyone... Someone that was capable of any words, just to give her hope that the world was indeed just as beautiful as her Mother had made it out to be, and that everything really was going to be alright.<br/><br/>Putting her hope in her hand, she brought a heavily gloved grip into his, the weakness showing in how strong she grasped on from the draining blood in her wound. She was already pale, but there was a greater fade in her as such continued to pour out of her, and she felt more and more fatigued with every passing moment.<br/><br/>"It's alright, you need not worry..." She said quietly, already submitted to her end and thus throwing herself out and into the opening. "It is not your fault, not yours at all..."