Unspoken are the gazes of reflection from within a dying need to answer the why of that dreadful faith coming closer. She did not want to calm down, and continued her storm, draining her mind, her magic and her energy to the point she almost fainted in his arms grasping her lithe body.<br/><br/><i>Was the heart that cried with tears not enough? To overcome, whatever that has been done, every day surviving your own shadow, no life is worth living when you live without seeing the sun freely.</i><br/><br/>Thoughts surged trough her mind as she was panting from the happening, she gave her all. And now he would end her suffering, at least that's what she wanted to believe. Trough her heavily panting breaths she managed to whisper in his ears, without fear or anything, only the anger and disappointment in herself of failing the fight for her life.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">"Kill me then... I'm worth more dead then alive.. That's what you want right? More riches then any man could dream of, worth killing for..."</span><br/><br/>Her voice was soft, and the richness of the scent of her hair, the smell of sungrass and coconuts faded away softly. Her magic seeped away as she lowered softly down to the floor, hanging in whatever hold the rogue had on her when she finally gave up.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>