Heaven or Hell

Isadora's cheeks were marked with dried up tears and her palms were still bleeding as her nails dug into her flesh.

Barely able to speak, she spat out in a weak voice she could barely recognize.

'Equilius, save him. I'll give you the slivers. Please, just save him!' 

The old man's face showed an apologetic expression but his eyes remained cold as ever. 

'Too late. I can't do anything at this point. 

But I'm really happy to see you cry as he gets tortured and dies in front of you.

It's all your fault. If you only listened and did what you were supposed to instead of acting up, Varian wouldn't have died like this.

Isadora, your very creation is a curse.

Most of the scientists were dead when they created you. 

Pala was ravaged by a war it did not welcome. 

My dreams of a strong Nexus with its own slivers didn't come true and would never come true.