Somewhere deep down she was frozen, caught between two thing she wanted more then anything: Voltus and her voice. Her hand was held aloft above the artery it pulsed slowly, calmly with the beating of his heart. She started to sob lightly, not wanting to do it but at the same time wanted to, she wanted to whisper, to sing, to talk. Her hand hadn't moved from above the artery, it was pushed against it now infact. Trembling she started to push down harder.