Back to the wall, she slid downward until she sat on her tail. She didn't notice. Her dark hair was clutched tight in her hand paws as tears streamed down her face. Her eyes, wide and manic, stared not at the wall in front of her, but into a deep void of despair.
You fled.
“I... I couldn't help it,” she choked out, sobbing and pulling at her hair.
You left him to die.
Pulling her knees against her chest, she sobbed all the harder, squeezing her eyes shut. “No... no! I just... Maybe he's still alive! He could have gotten out!” she cried defiantly, teeth gritting together.
Worthless, desperate hope. He is dead, flesh and bones torn asunder by your very own people.
She cried into her knees, unable to deny what she had seen and done. She fled, left the one she loved to die.
You are weak. Pathetic. Foolish. Now the world as you know it is guaranteed a gruesome demise. What would be thought of you?
Letting go of her hair, she wrapped her arms around her knees and squeezed herself as tight as she could. “F-father...”
Disappointed. A pathetic daughter who destroyed the world. No parent could be plagued with as terrible a curse as your existence.
She slid to the right, resigning to fall over, yet still curled up and clutching herself. Her cries and sobs could not stop, dark thoughts consuming her mind. She was the garbage that ran from her fears, left her love to die, let her father down, and doomed the whole world. She was a weak, pathetic fool who could do nothing right.
Only as you are... But I can make you strong. The rest of your little friends are still alive, for now...
Suddenly, she pushed herself up with her right elbow, hair falling into her face. Her other friends were still alive. “Th-they... are alright? Please, I need to help them. Please!” she begged towards the dark hallway walls, lifting herself up further with her right hand paw.
If power is what you seek, proceed deeper into the darkness... Feel my presence resonate with your own. Find your way to me, and I shall make you strong...
