"Hello there... Random... dying person on the floor," spoke the squatting figure that hovered over Ling Yue. A familiar voice that she was so delighted to hear but too weak to even react to, much less respond to.
More and more blood pooled beneath her, reaching all the way to her stretched-out arm as her vision got blurrier by the second.
"Shit, you are messed up bad. I don't think all those poop-tasting pills will save you anymore..."
>An illusion? Maybe... Zeon? You gone?<
"Are you trying to say something? Apologize; I wasn't paying attention. Didn't think you had it in you to, you know, speak."
>What an ass... this is a sad way to go...<
Ling Yue, with the last of her strength, raised her hands and placed them on the seer's cheeks.
"Do I know you, lady? Are you family?"
>Gaddamit, that system bastard did say he spared some to torment me!<
