Even if time had no meaning in this place, it had been quite a long time since she was unfortunate enough to be captured, she knew that much. The void was expansive, after all - ever stretching and ever infinite in endless pools of tar black and sickening magenta.
Aside from some curious stares and pokes, alongside a uniquely awful experience of some void infestors trying to find a way to squirm under her armor to get to her flesh before being shooed away, she had largely been left alone, aside from that wretched jailor who always had its eyes on her - clearly having nothing better to do than watch his prisoner that it dragged down with it.
Fingers flexing, she recalled driving that nano-spear between its eyes. Every time she started to feel despair, she thought about it - the scene igniting the embers of hatred once again.
If I had my gauntlets.. I'd kill all of you.
Regardless, during her time left relatively alone, she continued to silently think - Court knows she couldn't do much else - and a continuous thought hovered at the forefront of her tired mind. Why keep me, rather than kill me? Why force the infestors to scatter, rather than turn me? It was quite perplexing, and kept her thoughts relatively elsewhere for a few days.
Perhaps a week? I hope too much time hasn't passed...
Things slowly began to make sense after a few days.
Viend alone had escaped the Simulacrum, deep within the bowels of the void itself - tearing himself from the poisonous fields layer-by-layer with nothing but monstrous mutations and sheer willpower. And the void didn't necessarily enjoy letting kin abandon kin.
After dwelling on it for quite a while, it finally clicked.
I'm being kept to lure him home.
The thought was sickening, but there was not much of an alternative. She clearly wasn't being eaten or turned, after all. Her body was untouched, aside from the persistent numbness in both arms and legs - If I escape, I'm going to fall flat on my face. Perfect. - and a persistent cough that seemed to be induced by the thick impure air eventually having wormed its way through her suit's recycling system, a cough that only seemed to worsen as time went on.
SHHHKKRRRRRKKKKKKKKHHKKKAAAAAA!!!
The thick sound of a portal being ripped through space itself, followed by an otherwordly scream that made her very bones vibrate within her suit. The sudden sound was enough to startle her from her reverie, bringing her back to the present - frantic eyes flickering about as the creatures around her suddenly turned hostile.
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