Dora heard that in the last moments of your death, your life would flash before your eyes, and it seemed that was the truth. But she was not ready to let go… not yet. Her stubbornness to cling to life even at the end was unflinching
Why fight the inevitable? She could no longer tell, she just wanted to get to the light she could see outside the door, she wanted to see it one last time… Of all the wishes, that should not be too much for the world to grant her, shouldn't it? She wished to just see the light one last time.
"Hey boss, see this little bitch squirm."
"Shut up Diggum, and get the ax, I want her in three pieces, and I would rather not return here and see you fu*king the corpse, sick bastard."
