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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Serpenteye" data-source="post: 1384292" data-attributes="member: 1492">Shrugging at her failure of opening the sarcophagus, Ki'Willis leans back against the coffin and immerses herself in the twisted labyrinth that is her mind. She thinks back on the events that have led her to this place and her hatred against Irae is so natural to her that it warrants no reflection, she ignores it like she once used to ignore her own heartbeat. Her thoughts go out to the child she had lost, and the one who has gone missing. She feels loss, but not grief. Loss at the diminishment of her resources, but not sorrow at the loss of those who where once so close to her heart. The emotion is cold, dry and hard, and as she dwells on it she feels a distant sence of sorrow for herself. There is still a spark of weakness in her heart, and the thought of that makes her laugh in bitterness, soundlessly to herself. She thinks back at the woman she used to be, the brilliant gorgeous fool, and... there is regret, clammy and icy cold. She reaches out mentally and metaphorically to that emotion, she embraces it and devours it, and it is gone. Cold detachment takes its place, for a while at least.</blockquote>