"Th-this isn't right..." She said, looking around in a panic. "This is s-something that happened to me a long time ago..." She said, trying to cover her face, trying not to see the bodies of her dead and dying friends. Men who had died trying to protect her. Men who could not hope to protect her from what was coming...
"I-it has to be some kind of illusion. Some trick of Mals--ck..." She made a choking noise and brought a hand to her throat, where there was suddenly fresh, bright blood on the collar of her shirt, as if her throat had been cut by some unseen hand.