She can only say she had tried
When the heavy doors were closed, Deceit fell face first. His hearts had been sacrificed in order to heal her damaged soul. That wolf was a part of her, but it was nothing in the overall scheme of things. She may feel the loss, but it will last only for a few tens of thousand years. For beings like them, it will be over in a blink. Deceit coughed, feeling the body that had fitted him so well begin to fall apart.
It is about time anyway.
A stale breath was exhaled. His mind turned thinking up many scenarios, but none of them could save this body that was slowly falling apart.
He wished he had the power to create. If not, he would have made himself a new one. He struggled to rise, but it was futile, the body refused to cooperate with his will. He felt the blood spill from his mouth and gush from his nose.
So unwilling. Utter unwillingness to give up such a form so close to his original.