It wasn't supposed to be like this... she wasn't supposed to be the bad guy. She knew that when this fallen hero in their shinning armor sought to end her reign of horrific justice that they weren't doing it out of hatred. And soon they would be replaced by another creature who would wear the helm and armor as if nothing changed. Pity and curiosity. The Spartan's eyes were covered, and perhaps it was a left over curiosity from her Mentor's constant eye covering mixed with the fact that she wanted to know if her own expression should hold comfort for the fallen warrior or respect. Suddenly she was seized with the need to provide comfort to a comrade or at the least a not worthy opponent in arms.

She is trying to keep her mind together as she comes to know a horrible truth. She begins to ask herself, "Am I the monster that I have tried so hard to eliminate? I have lost my balance and fallen upon the knife's blade."