The woman let out a whimper as the blade as pointed so cruelly at her, leaning back as an expression of disbelief overtook her. This could very well be the day that she died, the day that she had hoped to push away as far as her strength could allow her to - Push, that those that died for her had not done so in vain.<br/><br/>"P-please.." She found herself begging, only to breath in with a rush of air as the blade was brought high above her, ready to come down and cut through her flesh. She let out a scream, throwing her blade down in instinct as she staggered and tripped onto her back, landing with a groan on the ground as her hand pressed down on the wound in dismay. She remained there, eyes closed tight until she heard his voice and the sound of his sword dropping, fluttering them open to stare back up at the figure in confusion.<br/><br/>"...What..." She mumbled at his demand, her eyes narrowing for a moment as some sense overtook her with his wavering sanity.<br/><br/>"...Isabella... " She finally replied with a weak voice, propping herself up slightly as she tried to comprehend what was happening and what exactly was going on. Her nerves began to die down, probably going to pick up again upon his next snap of a mental state. Her braid was draped down and along the ground, wisps of hair falling free and now with a more pronounced blue color as the sun faded away and the last rays of light lit up the clouds.<br/><br/>"... You are no hollow." She stated with a shiver, her body starting to react to the unused energy it was pumping into her.