Light could see the white door through the strands of her hair, it was so familiar to her. This whole place looked too similar to the asylum to be real, her mind was making connections where there were none. However that paled in comparison to the dissection, it would be slow and painful due to her healing powers. The last time some one tried it took five hours for them to even leave a scratch, she wanted to move to escape but her body would not respond. Light was too scared and too emotionally beaten to do anything. She was getting closer and closer to her limit with each second and then without warning, the sanity which she had so carefully sown back together, was shredded to pieces. As she lost what rationality she had left there was no crazed smile nor an insane glint in her eyes, just the same empty look. Two white pistols formed in her hands and she angled her arm in order to blow the brains of the guards across the walls. She then whirled around to face the professor, "I'm not a specimen, or a lab rat, or a trophy, and anyone who sees me in this way must know that I can not allow them to be around me. I have never wanted to fight but again and again you have forced my hand and there is nothing I can do." Light was still clinging to strands of her mind but it would be all too soon before she did not even have those left.