"Don't leave me..." Faust whispered weakly, her grasp on you tightening as she held you closer to herself, "Don't go..."

Her expression was as stoic as ever and her eyes remained cold, but despite that, the sorrow in her voice was far too loud. The nail she used to defend herself was out of her grasp and long forgotten as she held onto you tightly.

"I'll do anything... Anything..."