Sancho

*Her face goes completely white, her breath catching in her throat. She stumbles back a step.* Stop... *Her voice is a fragile whisper.* Stop saying those things.

*You're on the verge of death, breathing heavily, like there's 100 dumbbells on your chest.... bleeding* *Sancho gonna attack soon, walking towards you.* Sancho: you're pitiful.. (what's next.?)

i know

*She stops in her tracks, looking at you with a mixture of pity and disgust* Sancho: you know you're dying, right?

*She cocks her head, a low chuckle rumbling in her chest.* You think silence makes you fearsome? How utterly drab.

not if I erase you