I woke up trembling. 

Pain all over. I pulled off the necklace and dropped it on the bed, leaving it there as I sat on the side of the bed, shaking. So much pain. I couldn't take more like that, not if I wouldn't even be able to use it to live forever. It wasn't worth it - none of this was! Ignoring the pain plaguing my limbs, I stood, dressed myself. There was going to be a change of plans - there had to be. Without even bothering to shower, I exited the room, purposefully searching for Vivian.

When I found her, I was blunt, "The plan is off," I said, not bothering to keep down my voice. My goals had transformed overnight into the exact opposite of what they had been before. I was sick of suffering, sick of [i]living[/i]. It was time to take the Team Leader up on his offer - his offer to shoot me in the face. Then, at last, perhaps I could have peace. Even if I ended up like Grandmother, I would just trick my successor into an early death as well - there was no need to be honest. Then it would be over. I would, at last, be at peace.