Northstar Vale Conversations With Dead People

She fixated on the man as he approached, her body curving and curling around his action as if his touch had to be avoided at all cost. She was so tired of being hurt, of the physical and emotional torment lately, and hissed at his attempt to touch her. Now of all times, a coiled cobra cornered and he was bold to approach. Sliding away from him, careful to keep all physical contact impossible, a glimpse of fangs glittered as she didn't quite snarl, but the warning was quite evident. She didn't want to fight Collision too, but in her current state of mind, the woman was right on the edge of oblivion. 

Why? She'd hear him out, listen to why he was sorry and if this was just another attempt at trying to manipulate the Empress into their own little plans or beliefs on how she should act or what more she could possibly do. She had given her body, mind and soul, truly, she felt as though she had nothing left to offer Collision.