The playful and sadistic voice came from behind the dying person, who laid crippled on the ground. Yimira quickly came in view with a large, scythe in hand as he giggled to herself.
“Well, I guess this isn’t the best thing seeing as how I’d love to have a plaything like you…” She mused, looking over the hurt body with thought. “Well, how about you tell me what keeps you going - what makes you strive to stay alive right now? I’d love to know what a pretty, crippled young thing is thinking right about now~”