She dies, and then she's not. That's how this shit always works, isn't it? You don't even get a day off when you're dead.
As deaths go, this was not the superior experience. She vastly preferred the unforgiving quickness of Corvo's blade. The slow death of burning, choking on bile and ash, crying and screaming and thrashing through the underbrush, that was cruel. She would have preferred to stay dead, if not for the knowledge she'd never see them again. Not just her family. The rest of them. People on that ship needed her. She had no right to die in pain, screaming at the sun of an alien world.
And it seemed the universe agreed with her. It swallowed her up and spit her out. Charred and burnt, dizzy and confused, she wakes up to find herself in some abandoned house she's never seen before. It looks like shit. There's a dinky little bed, knicknacks, and... is that a fucking sword?
She doesn't care. She can't care about anything. Bleeding, choking from wounds that already killed her once, Fiona staggers for the shitty little bed and curls up to sleep.
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As deaths go, this was not the superior experience. She vastly preferred the unforgiving quickness of Corvo's blade. The slow death of burning, choking on bile and ash, crying and screaming and thrashing through the underbrush, that was cruel. She would have preferred to stay dead, if not for the knowledge she'd never see them again. Not just her family. The rest of them. People on that ship needed her. She had no right to die in pain, screaming at the sun of an alien world.
And it seemed the universe agreed with her. It swallowed her up and spit her out. Charred and burnt, dizzy and confused, she wakes up to find herself in some abandoned house she's never seen before. It looks like shit. There's a dinky little bed, knicknacks, and... is that a fucking sword?
She doesn't care. She can't care about anything. Bleeding, choking from wounds that already killed her once, Fiona staggers for the shitty little bed and curls up to sleep.