I hold onto the Syringe as she tries to pull it away, but to no avail. My grip let up over her superiour strength and I soon let go of my pointless struggles. As soon as I realized what she was doing, I flailed in the air, running my claws over her hand. "Hehehehehe... You best let go May, You wouldn't want to hurt me now would you?!" I ask, still not close to my true self. My fear for death was nothing, I had created this idea over the years that I was purely Immortal.