[sylvanSpider]

Marie was too busy setting up the equipment to notice as Nepha tugged free one of the faces from her cloak. She was greeted with cold moisture pressed against her own face, cold...moist. She froze for a moment, only lifting her hand to touch the mask. It was skin. Unattached skin with holes where the eyes, nostrils, and mouth would be. She screamed yanking it off and flinging it. Any confidence she regained by being in the operating room disippated and she was reminded once again that she was to be operating on a cold blooded murdering machine. Tears flowed down her cheeks in steady streams, unchecked and unabashed. “Why?! Why would you do that?!” she choked, stumbling back, bracing her hands against one of the counters.

“Angels don't exist,” Marie spat, shaking her head. Whatever this woman wanted with her, she didn't care. She didn't care if she lived or died through this. That little piece of sanity that the operating room provided snapped. The surgeon was broken, knowing she was just a toy that this predator was playing with until she got what she wanted from her. “I won't let myself end up like you. I'd rather end up like them!” she gestured with a trembling hand to the cloak, now asymmetrical with the missing face.

She shook her head, forgetting what it was she was doing. She was going to die anyway, why not sooner than later? She watched as the being tapped her foot, feeling her lower jaw begin to tremble as another onslaught of tears threatened, “I'm not standing in your way. Y-you...you asked me to use this knife...on you...” The woman was saying words, but they drifted through one ear and out the other until she heard 'I am Nepha.”

“N-Nepha? A-alright, Nepha, if you're going to kill me, just...just do it,” she closed her eyes waiting for Nepha's cold claws to tear through her, to imagine her face being pulled off of her own lifeless corpse.