[Tabitha's personal thoughts and commentary on her prepaid phone given by Voltiel]

I'm dying. You're supposed to write the date at the corner of these sheets so blank and immaculate you can't help but wonder if perfection exists. Even if it's in the simple form of paper. Except I can't remember the day - but I remember the sensation of my heart exploding vividly. Just like Mesch's did when Celine tossed it at my feet. The muscle burst as blood leaked everywhere. If hate wasn't crawling though every orifice of my existence - I would call the scenario a portrait. The darkened maroon of old blood raining along the cement as one of the most controversial part of human anatomy burst open like summer fruit. Like mine did inside my chest

I'm babbling. It's hard not to. It's fucking hard to write because she broke each finger. Fortunately whatever she injected me with is coercing me through the pain. It's fading fast along with the visions lulling through my reality.

I saw a desert, and the wind provoked me with ghosts whining. Their voices grew louder until I couldn't hear myself speak as my throat grew parched of thirst. Water...I needed water. Either to drink or to immerse myself to silence the damn shrieking. An oasis appeared as I walk to the water's edge. As I gaze into the reflection, I see a fox, and I know it's in pain. There's an expression of terrible sadness showing on the creature as it suddenly emerges whole from the shore. It was my fault! It was accusing me of its suffering through those gold eyes. I tried to wrap my arms around her in hopes of forgiveness.

When I linked the fox into an embrace, it died. My touch killed it. The light vanished, and I was wrought in darkness. WHERE AM I? WHERE AM I NOW?

There's no answer. All the screams died because even the dead withered away. Fire burns everywhere as corpses eventually disintegrate into nothing. Hathian has no bodies now. Everything is empty, and I'm alone.

I am walking before Death approaches me. Despite it being a skeleton, I know it's a She. And She reaches for my chest as those bony fingers reach for my heart. They clench until it pops. And I'm dying. I think I've been here days now. But I can't actually die. STOP

STOP SOTP STOP SOPT.

Raith, I'm sorry. Come back.