[ She can only imagine the pain her Doppelganger feels. So similar -- although Catherine had not crushed her necklace -- her soul -- she'd taken it, and pushed it into her cloak instead, but Akua remembered the pain of her heart being ripped from her body, Catherine's fist splitting flesh, to pull her heart from her. Had it still beat in those last moments? She cannot remember now, the darkness had taken her -- eternal, so long -- she breathed, as the containment she'd been working on had nothing to hold, and her trembling fingers stopped, the Corruption Demon dissipated from this world -- or the facsimile of one -- and she nodded.
Not that Amos could see her. ]
Yes.
[ She said, her voice hoarse. ] That was it. Thank you, for dealing with her.
[ Her heart slowed, and Akua tried not to think of dying again, something that this felt all too close to. ]
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Not that Amos could see her. ]
Yes.
[ She said, her voice hoarse. ] That was it. Thank you, for dealing with her.
[ Her heart slowed, and Akua tried not to think of dying again, something that this felt all too close to. ]