Their beating leaves solid indentations in the strange liquid that pools over the floor, and with each blow the floor reverberates, the whole room rattling in their ears in a sympathetic chorus of pain.

In the glossy black Judgement is fully visible, armoured fish of wounds and teeth, shuddering down beneath them like a rusty machine tearing itself apart. Something is broken in her, in the way her voice grows only deeper and louder and more dissonant, something is malfunctioning, something is wrong. i know i know it hurts it hurts! there's nothing else i can do, there is nothing, only what i'm going to do anyway.

please—

don't—

Something falls off a shelf and clatters on the ground.

don't spare me.

don't leave me here.