Just before Slinky finished the last word of her song, the illusionist leaned in, catching her mouth in a deep, intense, loving kiss. The hand holding the knife raised up, high above the japanese girl's back.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000080">"I truly, deeply care for you, mon amor... but I cannot let you get between us...."</span>She whispered as she broke the kiss, a tear streaking the black lines of her eye makeup. She looked up, past Slinky, behind her.<br/><br/>She was watching.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"Do it, Gabrielle... and ve can be together... you can't love anyone else... do it, Gabrielle...."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #000080">"I'm so sorry, mon cherie... so sorry...."</span>Gabrielle closed her eyes as she brought the knife down, punching past a vertebrae and severing Patricia's spinal column. When the jappanese girl Gabrielle had so cared for slumped into a pool of her own blood and spinal fluid, the illusionist looked up to Seychelle. Her sister, and her only true love.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000080">"Is it over, mon amor?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"Soon."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>