Threnody could feel herself slipping away. Slipping into the most wonderful warmth and numbing cold. All of it around her as blood bubbled out of her mouth, causing her soft, keening wail to be broken by the garbled gurgles. She was drinking it all in. So much of it...
It was knitting the hole in her chest and she didn't know it. It was reaching out for the dead body and filling it and she didn't know it. Molly had the soul, but Threnody... Threnody had the body and it pushed itself up, moaning her name.
"Threeenodyyy..."
The low voice became the harmony of the girl's death song even as it stood, able to do nothing but repeat her name over and over again. The body moved, sure steps taking it it's creator. It's focus. It's -