"Sh-Sheanne... You need to go... There is n-nothing for you h-here... If it... If it helps with your decision, th-then give me the... Knife, Sheanne..." the tears flowing down Imogen's face choked her harshly with reality. Of course all of them wouldn't bear to leave her, she had been a pillar of comfort against the cruel mistreatment that came along with the Dark Woods Circus. Yet, this was the only life she had known of for 14 years of her life. In a twisted way, it almost seemed fitting for her to die here. If she died here, it would go unnoticed for a time. Conversely, if she died among the normal people, she would be examined and become an international sensation. Something she was unwilling to do. Plus if she remained, she gave them time to get away from this hell hole.