Cheshire began to shiver as the cold started to take on the whole entire ship and everyone in it, her heart starting to race as images of the cold ice baths they had given her back in the Russian Laboratory during her first years there came into the front of her mind, making her whole body freeze with fear. She quickly curled up on the floor in a little ball, her ears twitching like mad and her tail spasming like crazy. "P-Please..... Not again....... Not the torture again......" She murmured, tears streaming down her cheeks as she started to grow into a smaller ball.

"No more torture....... Please...... No more...... I don't want to die....... Please...... I'll do better....... Please...... Just forgive me......." She muttered, her eyes closing as a sob escaped her throat. This was too much, too much cold for her mind to take. The illusion had brought her back to the past, and now she was thinking she was reliving it. When the cold stopped her eyes darted open, her claws digging into her palms as she slowly stood up. Blood dropped onto the floor, but Cheshire could barely feel it. Rage filled her body as she took a step forward, her knees buckling as she fell onto them. 

"Stupid...... I'm so stupid......" She murmured before she fell onto the ground fully, eyes closed as she had passed out from lack of blood. Her claws grew back to regular nails, and there were five open wounds that went deep into her palm. If she wasn't healed soon, she could possibly die, which during her days in Russia, it had been her wish every day.