Tears streamed down the face of the crawling woman as her voice broke with anguish. "I've always trusted you, Fayla... You've always been my right hand, the flip side of the same coin... How could you do this now? How could you break everything we were?"
But the standing woman, though visibly torn by her own emotions, did not loosen her grip on the dagger. Her face remained fixed in an expression of deep sorrow, but an unyielding determination gleamed in her eyes.
"Fayla, you're all I have left..." the crawling woman whimpered, trying one last time to reach her friend through their shared memories. "Remember where it all began. I beg you, don't do this to me..."
The standing woman turned slightly away, her face marked by the pain of those shared memories. "I remember..." she murmured, her voice almost inaudible, as if those words were tearing her soul apart.