She screams, though it's not a powered one, as you charge at her, your blade striking true and slicing up across her chest with ease, spraying blood about again.  She looks close to death, already pale, and stumbles back.  She glances back at the bleeding out body of Illyana, tears streaming down her face as her mind numbs and she struggles to maintain her balance on her feet.<br/><br/>"...I love you..." she whispers, apparently talking to the corpse of the other woman, and quickly draws a dagger from her sash behind her.<br/><br/>Rather than attack, however, she brings the blade to her throat and slides the blade across it, a line of red appearing and draining down her neck, the light in her eyes draining as she falls to her knees, head slumping but still able to sit upright as her blood begins to stain her robe.<br/><br/>You now stand, covered in blood, with two corpses around you...<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Roll Listen 15: success means you can hear the guard beginning to mobilize, quite loudly, downstairs</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>