Anna charges at the god. The two immediately end up in the familiar dance that is combat, elegant and fragile, like the souls we've shattered just to preserve our own existence for a few moments longer.

The two are locked in a duel, countering each other blow for blow, each striking and dodging the other's attacks, but the husk is diffrent from Anna. Anna has grace and skill. She fights with everything she has while the husk simply fights to fight. The difference is that Anna has a purpose, a motive, a reason for her actions, while we...

We should just let her win.

We should fight until the end.

We should send our army at her and just slaughter them.

We should jump.

We should all shut the fuck up!

We all go silent and begin to cry.

By the pen, please, stop. It's to much for us. We can't stay like this anymore. We want to say "I should" and "I can" instead of "we". We are one being! Not many!

We are still broken and incomplete.

We know that, but still.

We need to stop. Look, she's already won and is arguing with Twilight about erasing us.

Now...

Oh Gods.

They're killing eachother. Oh pen.

What do we do?

What can we do?

This is our fate, isn't it? This is just how it is? Us or Anna?

We are afraid so.

Silence all, she approaches now.

Prepare for...

Death.

Combat.

We choose...

We choose...

We...

We will fight, even if death by her hands is the only honorable choice, we will make her earn it...