"No... no! We can't, stop! Not for... not for this!"

Her stupid traitor lungs won't breathe right, they can't seem to hold any air. No matter how much she wheezes, it's like she's just done laps around the city limits. It almost sounds like a death rattle. Her body is soaked through with sweat and her hair seems somehow thinner than before, though that might just be because something has rendered it limp and greasy. Even the omnipresent dark circles under her eyes have deepened, as though someone stole several nights of sleep in the last ten minutes.

"Let me... walk. At... least. I can do that. I can... I can. I can do it. Let me... please. I'm so, so, I'm so... tired. Of losing. Like this..."

Her shoe squelches when it taps against Stripes. Something happened to her foot. The idea of letting her even limp back draped over someone else is laughable. But still she glares at Titanomachia, daring her to tell her no. 

And her eyes, at least, are bright as lanterns. Her irises are steady and clear as they drink in every detail of the woman currently looming over her. The sense is that she'd throw a punch if her arm wasn't so heavy. 

"I'm... [I]not[/I]. Going back like this. They can't come. I don't... want that. I'll walk. I'll walk. Let me... walk."