"This is getting ridiculas...." - the third day just slid by and now was the morning of the fourth.A death by starvation was one of the worsed ways she imagined to die , but there were far worse. She didn't want to think about those.At this point , her young body was depleded and starvation and thirst were her main enemies.It was just what "it" wanted. She looked at her arm ..
"I'm going to loose control soon..." - That was a...horrible scenario. Something that she prefered death over.Now it was just a matter of endurance. Mirage decided to put all her mental strenght into containing her arm.It was not of much use.Without her medicine , if someone could call it that , she knew that it's not possible , but still it was better then nothing.
Her arm started disobeying her again.
She was weak and at this point , close to pathetic.Perhaps it was true.She knew it , she was aware of it , but she never realy beleived that she was going to be let here to rot by her Order comrades.
"Give them what they want.." - A very anoying though ran thrue her mind.It was quickly surpessed by her.Even if she was to die here , no information would leak from her.No matter what ... there will be no more stains on the De'Brelakorsa name.Anyway..
"..I'm probly too weak to anwer them..." - sleep helped her concentrate. It was hard to sleep do. The "bed" , was just a large metal plate. The fact that it wasn't soft didn't bother her...but it was cold...cold as ice. Her body was getting sick , making her even weaker.
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