Blake watched as the blood dripped from her sword, her eyes blank and cold. She glanced at the entity before her, writhing in pain. She had stabbed her, it was no lie. But Blake had been acting odd ever since she had been injured a few days ago. She wasn't herself. But no matter the reason, she was out for blood. And she had targeted Bishop.
Bishop hadn't ever thought that it would be Blake that did it. She'd expected Ruby, maybe even Velvet, but never Blake. Not the only one she could trust, and the only one who ever treated her like a person instead of a monster.
"Blake─"
Maybe that was all she was, a monster. She should have known that it would end like this, that she would never be accepted for who she was. She never should have approached the girl that day in the hall, never talked to her, never been brought back to the cafeteria, never protected Blake, never died.
"Why did you─"
So many things would have been different had the two never met that day, but it didn't matter. She would die here, possessing no regenerative powers like the groups other entity had. She could only hope that Blake cleaned her blade, and didn't end up like Bishop had. Didn't end up a monster.