Blackfeather Woods It used to feel like a fairy tail, now it seems we were just pretending

How fragile he seemed. He was no more than a vessel to her now - as if there were two of them. One had his fierceness, wits and distrust while the other was kept here in the tunnels with not much more than desperation and madness. Where was the man she once knew? How was their any way for her to hope that he was still inside this pathetic display? Yes, she had made the right decision. If Damien would wake the vessels inside of her one day they'd be nothing more than what he was now. At least Vaati had his sanity, besides the blood of a Melonii. She'd settle for nothing less.

Your punishment for what? You have done nothing to deserve any of this... If anyone deserved this fate, it was she. She'd done awful things - things the real Damien didn't even know about. Things she wanted to forget... Or perhaps this was her punishment.

Look, I came here to inform you of something - something I want you to know about. She tried to reason, pretending any of this would be remembered longer than tomorrow... or even for an hour or two.