s-sob
[the holy mark on her forehead lingers even as her Noah writhes in pain. it hurts, as if a piece of her soul is being ripped through her chest. Road can't remember the last time she felt this much pain. and it's already clouding her eyes and creeping up her throat, causing her to cough weakly.]
Ty..ki... [but this time it's okay, she thinks, even as her Noah rages inside her, because this time she...]