I give up, growing weak, and just lie there. She keeps me down though and looks at Luce, "Are you serious? She could've killed you. Just go before she gets stronger."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I'm officially making it my goal in life to become a roomba. I want to be little robot. I want knives taped to me. I want to be free. — TheMulticoloredCyr