Of you standing there, staggering once, coughing. The second time, you fell to your knees, and you were hacking out gobs of light (part of her wished it had been blood instead, to save you a harsher fate). Alisaie could hear how labored your breathing was, how erratic it became, choked as you collasped prostrating, violently trembling. Chocolate brown orbs Alisaie once peered into in search for comfort now rolled to the back of your head. Your body and limbs twisted in unnatural angles amidst the noise of bones breaking and flesh tearing.
All the while, light began beaming out of your body, threatening to consume you whole. In the final moment you held your remaining sliver of sanity, tears rolled down your cheeks as you intended to make it count.
"Alisaie..." You forced a last gasp, "I'm sorry—"


