So softly, she awakes and shivers against the sudden cold surrounding her. Quietly smiling to herself, "he's finally here" she says to herself. Those empty months she spent confused and unknowingly shutting herself out from the world -- and unwanting to know what was really going on in her mind and those outside of her, all of that was finally taking a turn on her.

She breaks down and starts crying. A hand brushes her face, telling her that everything will be okay now. Nothing should ever hurt her again, not while she's got an arm holding her head up, unwilling to let it fall.

She sits back, glares at the world for putting her into such difficulties. Her head throbs, the pain subduing her. She lets the pain wash over her quickly before getting back to her work. She wonders what they are doing now, and she wonders if they are thinking of her. She knows her mind needn't wander that direction. They were clearly determined to shut her out, what is there left for her to say?

All that she can do now is smile every time they make a miscalculation and once again, whisper her name. From there, she'll know that she'll have won that fragment of a battle.