[She heard him speak, but the words didn't make sense. Was he asking if she was okay? Saying goodbye? She wanted to offer some amount of comfort, to answer him, but even breathing --
all of it was too hard. Trying to keep fighting, against PAL, against Jack? She had spent years under the thumb of someone else. Being here was her first taste of freedom, but at the end of the day, wasn't she still playing the game PAL wanted her to?
Perhaps even this, her death, was part of that game. But at least, for the first time, she could look someone in the face (metaphorically speaking, at least) and say no. She wasn't going to play anymore.
She only wished she had the energy to thank him for finally giving her a choice.
Rather than forcing her chest to continue to lift, to draw breath into her body, Angel simply stopped. And as the darkness of sleep crept closer and closer, washed over her mind, she allowed herself to be taken under.
It would take a little longer for it to happen. One by one, her body would be starved of oxygen. Parts of her would panic, rail against the things slowly killing her. But Angel's mind had shut down, she'd drifted into a far more peaceful place. As far as she was concerned?
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all of it was too hard. Trying to keep fighting, against PAL, against Jack? She had spent years under the thumb of someone else. Being here was her first taste of freedom, but at the end of the day, wasn't she still playing the game PAL wanted her to?
Perhaps even this, her death, was part of that game. But at least, for the first time, she could look someone in the face (metaphorically speaking, at least) and say no. She wasn't going to play anymore.
She only wished she had the energy to thank him for finally giving her a choice.
Rather than forcing her chest to continue to lift, to draw breath into her body, Angel simply stopped. And as the darkness of sleep crept closer and closer, washed over her mind, she allowed herself to be taken under.
It would take a little longer for it to happen. One by one, her body would be starved of oxygen. Parts of her would panic, rail against the things slowly killing her. But Angel's mind had shut down, she'd drifted into a far more peaceful place. As far as she was concerned?
Angel the Siren is dead.]