ANIMAL MOTHER
Job 36: 22 - 32
Leakhena remains still and silent while holding the dagger in her hands. She's reflecting quite a bit on what her life's been like up until this point now that she's once again barely escaped death. It's been awful, and the amount of hardships she's had to face are too many to count. Her parents being murdered by Thorgran, being enslaved by him while routinely being abused and beaten by his guards, the unspeakable cruelties suffered at the hands of Irin and Karlel, losing herself deep within all sorts of vices in the mortal realm, and coming back to the Abyss where things here had only become worse. She's still unable to understand how she survived it all. Every second she spent down here, both back then and even now, has brought her more than enough despair she nearly became hollow. Yet she never did. She's been beaten, abused, harassed, yet she's still standing in spite of everything. She's fought the nearly the very worst the Abyss has to offer, and won. Yet she's no fighter; she's just a simple farmer and a cook... and she's done so much. The silence is finally broken a moment later by a gasp for air followed by a mumble."I have hope...and that was all I had when I rose to power. Hope is a powerful thing."
"I guess... it really is."
The helmet's the first to start coming off as she carefully undoes the straps holding it together, but she doesn't take off the rest of the armor yet. It sits in her hands and she looks right into its eyes, hoping Adriel can still see and listen to her. "I'm... in no authority to request anything from you, Lady Adriel, as I am just a lowly peasant.... but please, I'm begging you... Remember me when I arrive at the Nether."