"Why wait?" Pandora said. "Do you need to feel yourself backed into a corner?"
Vol could feel her breath on his ear. He was aware of her presence in a way that he had never been before. It wasn't just her words, it was her very scent that struck him with allure. She distracted him from the enemy in front of him, and made him pause before his strike with the hammer.
She giggled, and pulled herself closer. A mere apparition in Vol's mind. She didn't even bother to manifest herself as she normally might. This was Pandora in her purest, most dangerous form.
"Turn them," she said to Vol, running her hands across his cheek. "You do not need to die here Vessel, you belong to me, and wholly to me."
