Something passed through her conscious before its tremor ran through her body. Fear. Amy was always afraid, but Athena was supposed to fear nothing. Athena wasn't laying on the filthy floor bleeding out with a punctured lung. Athena would be replaced and the mantel would be taken upon another's shoulders. This moment Amy felt like a stranger in someone else's clothes. When the masked figure looked at her Amy struggled to keep the woman in focus. As the woman squatted before her she reached out afraid. Afraid that the woman would stick her in the neck and end her quickly. Afraid that she would try to prolong her suffering trying extract information. But the hand that took her was strong and steady as it locked her wrist and turned her hand. Oh no... no, no, no, NO! She was reaching for her helm. Her identity would be compromised. Everything would be compromised! Octavia was compromised. A strangled gurgle was all she could procure in protest as the air hit her face.

Pain blasts through Amy's body. How is it possible to feel like you were both drowning and on fire at the same time? She looked up at the masked individual before her wondering if the solitary tear was for her or her murder.