It didn't matter to her.

Nope. Not one bit.

The darkness didn't consume her, create her differently.

It shaped her into what she was.

She wasn't evil. She wasn't corrupted...

Well, she certainly hoped she wasn't.

Others had shunned her. Beaten her. Eaten her up and spit her out like a vile substance...

They killed her.

The frost over her essence had turned into pure ice, something that wasn't able to control or ignore. She became it. Her soul and heart had turned into ice...

The sweet, innocent girl she once was had melted and in turn this woman she was now had consumed her whole.

Icy stare, same bright hazel eyes...

Bitter and vile words, same voice...

Cruel scoff, new sneer...

She changed.

She kills.

One body,
Two bodies,
Kill, kill, kill...

Just like the Others killed her.

She didn't want to. But she hadn't a choice.

It was this, or go on soulless. To forget...to meet blankness.

She didn't want to forget.
She didn't want to become this...this...
She didn't...

If she forgot, she'd forget who she was. Who she is.

It didn't matter to her.

Nope. Not one bit.