Her eyes were still open, but she was hardly able to even move a muscle. She'd used up every bit of energy her body should have been capable of offering, and it shut her down in a state of temporary paralysis as a result.
Just like Vol, she didn't understand. She saw his efforts, the rage with which he operated, the strength with which he trimmed the wave of men, cutting a dent into a number that seemed to be endless, and she wondered why.
He slew as though there was meaning in it. She, by contrast, had fought because she was terrified, because she didn't want to die yet, not after being given a chance away from that… life that she would have been forced into.
