"I don't care. I still want to do it. This is worse than being dead."

For as wooden as she was half of the damn time, there was a certain level of resolve in her decision. At first she had been holding out on the option that, perhaps sometime, soon, she would begin to remember things. Get back pieces of herself. Stop feeling the way she always did.

But it hasn't. This stagnant feeling remained, and it didn't seem like it was going to go away anytime soon.

Then she remembered that split second where she nearly attacked Tillman, and suddenly it wasn't so much as concern but the reality and logic that washed over...