Chapter 119
Astrid's POV
Surrender was a strange and hollow peace. The moment the words "I'll give up" left my soul, the cacophony ceased. The hammering in my skull stopped. The thousand accusing faces of my sister dissolved back into the oily darkness. The crushing pressure lessened, replaced by a gentle, inexorable pull downwards. I was sinking into the cold, viscous liquid, and for the first time, I didn't fight it. There was no point. The battle was over. I had lost.
The darkness was a comfort now, a final blanket over a soul that was too weary to fight anymore. It promised an end to the pain, an end to the guilt, an end to the struggle. I closed my spiritual eyes, ready for the nothingness, ready for the silence to become absolute. I let the tar-like substance of Leon's will cover my legs, my torso, and my arms. It was cold, but it was a quiet cold. A final cold.