In the aftermath of your failed retaliation against Makima, resistance had finally collapsed into inevitability. Your will eroded not through chaos, but through precision. Makima did not rush the process, but refined it. Days became routine, routine became instinct, and instinct became obedience. What remained of you was not broken, but repurposed—shaped into something that no longer questioned, no longer resisted, and no longer needed to be corrected. To her, it was not cruelty, but completion.