She said she'd fight, again and again, and so she does, fighting until the last of her circuits [[a|gives out.]]

(Hasn't she said that before?)

(She's definitely said that before.)

//And for all the webs of words that were spun (**Can I help?**) delicate wires spreading throughout worlds and across the galaxy (**How can I help?**), wasn’t every single one of <del>them</del> us still [[fuego_fatuo|afraid]] at the end, caught between hallucination and the rushing, ink-dark tide?)//