But it was too late now. Nothing really mattered anymore, anyway. Yes, she could speak up – but what would be the point? What would that bring?
She quietly slid down to the floor with her back to a console, pulled her knees under her chin, and hugged them tightly.
She knew this was all that was left to do. To wait, like this, for the newly born God to come for her.
And she knew she would not put up any resistance when that happened.
It would be utterly pointless. She knew what was coming.
And all she needed to do was to wait.
To wait for it all to end.