[ There is no attempt to stop her when she is lifted, only a faint wince. Distantly, there is agony. Distantly, there is the awareness that this a monster, and even if she wasn't injured that static screen is the face of death. Each word scrapes at unwanted corners: there was no rule broken, Liv was the that helped her send those initial messages, getting the specific strength she needs isn't something that can be done through connections.

But that last one taps on the wall, just once, and something taps back.

The glare aimed at the static loosens, eyes quickly turning a furious red that Niina remembers, and everything goes still. Words flow like calm poetry, apathetic and unmoved. The determination is still there, but it runs undercurrent to something worse. ]

Painful as you killing me, I should expect. How I would have enjoyed being made aware of your status, so I knew the price of staying here was my choices.