Aruna was taking air in at an explosive rate, then just as quickly letting it out. She couldn't think except for one word.
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She shook her head. It was false. It hadn't happened, she hadn't done what she saw... But she had. A voice, a nagging voice in the back of her head kept telling her this. She had murdered her mother and split her open like some Mellon.
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She had deserved to lose those fights. She had deserved to die and have her body brought back to the one who wanted her dead so badly. But she was too selfish to die. To stubborn. So she killed all the ones who were sent.Through it all she had lived.
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 She thought that she deserved what she had seen in the end of the memory, the vision. For her to have finally let her guard down enough to meet people, only to be slaughtered and cut to pieces. It would be so very fitting. She heard something, but it sounded muffled. She looked up and everything was fuzzy. And sounds were muted. She saw a surprisingly crisp Ssarak standing next to her with a scowl on his face. She felt some urgency against him being there, but she couldn't remember why.

Then she remembered. He was going to kill her, to cut her up into pieces. She took her hand off the wall and it came away crumbly. Like the wall had aged. She mummbled with as much strength as she could,
"You ... Are not going to kill me."