As she slammed her sister's head into the dirt, she felt nothing. When San's nails left bloody scratches on Min's face, she felt nothing. When San yanked out clumps of Min's hair, scorching her scalp, she felt nothing. Slapping San hard enough to dislodge a tooth resulted in a wild scrape on her palm and bloody knuckles...or perhaps she only noticed the blood on her knuckles when she had both hands wrapped around her sister's throat, forcefully pressing her down into the dirt while fire raged around them and ash rained upon their heads.
San struggled, flailing at Min's hands with her own, but the green fire flickered and died. Then she weakly scratched and tugged at Min's hands with her feeble strength, her mouth opening and closing, gasping for air before eventually ceasing all movement.
Min gazed down at San's face—so eerily similar to her own—and felt nothing at all.
