[As the tree spirit is warped into a monster, emotion registers on Hillis' face. Ghosts of the past cloud her golden eyes and she feels her clenched hands beginning to tremble. She's been there. She knows what it's like to be twisted into something you're not meant to be. The pain, the humiliation, the betrayal...
Standing among her self-grown roses, Hillis tries to harden her heart again. There can be no space in her for pity nor sympathy, and yet...]
team "put it out of its mercy" has arrived
Standing among her self-grown roses, Hillis tries to harden her heart again. There can be no space in her for pity nor sympathy, and yet...]
... I can destroy them and let them rest.