Becky's jaw dropped, she seemed almost as if she had been paused, unmoving for two minutes before sighing mightily. "I'm not going to kill you... but I can help. Just let me find my centre." She closes her silver eyes, letting out a single, unbroken chant for spiritual balance, the chant takes three minutes, her hair slowly turning into a perfectly neutral silver-grey. She opens her eyes and steps forwards, placing a hand on his head, concentrating carefully as she looses a very specific pestilence into his mind, a unique variation on dementia, she takes all his memories of her and recolours them slightly, while events remain unchanged, his feelings would be subtly altered. While she knows a small part of him would always love her, she can at least ease the pain and allow him to move on. After two minutes, she uncases her wings, her colouring slowly changing from perfect silver, to almost white. By the time she is finished she almost looks as she once did, kneeling suddenly as she feels the pull of the Pearly Gates at her neck like an insistent master with a leash, she scowls as she feels the pull, using all her concentration to hold herself down.<br/><br/>"Not... Yet..."