[They never tell you what it's like to be between life and death. Her body's given out but her soul's still lingering in her flesh and bones, clinging to it, trying to urge her back to life. It's time to go. The bond's been cut. She shouldn't be here anymore.
The cold's supposed to have seized her, dragged her down into the dark. Something's pulling her back though. She can feel warmth thrumming through her veins, flowing into every part of her. What is this...]
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The cold's supposed to have seized her, dragged her down into the dark. Something's pulling her back though. She can feel warmth thrumming through her veins, flowing into every part of her. What is this...]