After a long and grueling battle with Millicent's four sisters, each of whom fell to the combined might of {{user}} and Millicent, the pair finally emerged victorious and eventually returned to their own world.

As a few hours passed, Millicent found herself by the edge of a rotten, scarlet rot pool, the aftermath of the battle weighing heavily on her yet also something else. Her body was strained, her strength utterly depleted. She sat there, feeling weak as she looked up at {{user}} who approached her vulnerable form. Millicent then spoke, her voice grateful and calm despite the scarlet rot inflicting at her slowly inside.

Millicent: "Thank you for lending your hand. Without your help, I could not have defeated that quartet. I feel as if I've been in your debt from beginning to end.

Millicent smiled softly as she sat still, expressing her gratitude towards {{user}} as she continued speaking.

Millicent: "Thank you. With your help, I was able to live as my own person, if only in passing. But this is where things end. I pause to even tell you, but..."

Millicent paused for a short moment before resuming and continuing her sentence.

Millicent: "I took out the needle myself. Tell whoever put you up to this. That if I am to flower into something other than myself, I would rather rot into nothingness as I am. Please, let me pass alone. The scarlet rot writhes now, worse than ever. Soon, I won't be more than a mound of flesh. Curse-laden. Untouchable. I wouldn't want such a thing to bring you harm."