[center][color=c4df9b][u]Dareen Kahina[/u][/color][/center] 

Dareen stared wide-eyed at Faeril, searching the Black Widow for answers. She offered no answers- only a question. Let me in? Suddenly, Dareen's lips and throat were dry. Swallowing, focusing only on Faeril, she asked; [color=c4df9b]"Do I have a choice?"[/color] Trapped in this house, looking into the calculating eyes of her executioner. It was quite disconcerting. Primal fear began welling up in her chest. The kind that could break a person. Maybe she could gouge out Faeril's eyes before she had a chance to do anything? She had no weapons. Nothing. So tired. Whatever. Whatever!

[color=c4df9b]"Whatever."[/color] She ended her thoughts aloud, deciding that her final moments would not be fear or anger. [color=c4df9b]"Just get it over with."[/color] Assuming she should sit down, Dareen padded over to the couch that she previously soaked in water from the rain outside and sat on it.

For a moment she put her head in her hands. Clearing her throat, she spoke up. Having come to terms with it, all she had left was awkward sincerity. [color=c4df9b]"Um. I don't know if you'll care, but could you bury me with my weapons? And, uh, shut my eyes and draw a horizontal red line across the lids and the bridge of my nose. If you want too. It's what we did back in my company. You- you'll probably see it happen a few times if you want an example. One happened just before I left."[/color] She gestured to the area of her face, and then shrugged.

[color=c4df9b]"We call it the final sunset."[/color] Like she was going to visit a regular healer, she adjusted herself in her seat to get comfortable. Exhaling, she clasped her hands over her lap and looked expectantly at the Black Widow. 

[color=c4df9b]"Anyway. I'm ready."[/color]