Self-Prescribed Depression

The important part was that she was being valued, regardless of who brought it forth. Eventually, as she was growing more and more accustomed with the idea of killing Finn, she creates a blade-lie protrusion from her knuckle and stabs him in the gut. A bloodied Finnegan drops his gun and falls back, too hurt to put up a fight. Sasha managed to grab the gun for her advantage, and pinning him down, she point the gun between his eyebrows.

— I guess this is it then…

— If I kill you, Captain Limbo will be glad.

— Probably.

Sasha was even speaking with a bit more confidence.

— As long as you make your dream come true.

— Dream? — She asked, genuinely unaware.

— You told you wanted to join Limbo, to be your person. So that I wouldn’t have to look after you.