She rocked herself back and forth on the table.

Did it have to be like this?

The dark room echoed with her gentle movements, the walls painted in tendrils and amalgamations of tissue that she didn’t wanna think about- or even attempt to decipher.

She was trying to stay herself, stay sane, but each moment was echoed like a sermon of a twisted apparition, urging her to listen to the twisted mind she’d been bound to.

..There would be no sadness.. no more anger.. no more envy..

She snuffled, crying a bit.

WHY.

Why did it have to be like this? She should be out and about, helping the UNSC— not this.

She hugged herself, tight, burying her face in her arms.