[As someone with her own strong sense of pride, she can understand what that means. When you're driven into a corner, or just slowly herded into one your whole life, slowly, till it all breaks loose at once--

That's a luxury she didn't have, calling her body her own. Though, in the death of her first life, she made herself a Killing Stone that instantly murdered anyone who touched it. So... kind of a victory?]

Whoever it is running this, they must be hiding in here, somewhere. Unless they are so powerful their magic ability can reach us from far away... that is also possible, but I suppose I like to have some hope added to my utter tragedies.

[...]

It makes for a good drama!

[She gets up and looks far beyond.]