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It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
~William Shakespeare
Space was cold. Even though she couldn't feel it, she knew she was surrounded by its vastness with no sight, no sound, nothing save the inevitable silence. There was no fate worse than being trapped in this shell of a body with nothing but her thoughts for company. Every choice, every mistake played out over and over again in her mind. Elizabeth believed oblivion would find her and after interminable days, or perhaps months, passed by, drifting in this borrowed body, she welcomed its icy grasp. Yet she was left to wait, to wait for an end that would not come.
The body didn't breakdown as she expected it to. Perhaps there were too many inorganic components or perhaps space wasn't as harsh as she remembered. Whatever it was, she found herself in her own private hell, unable to move or speak, torn between anger and longing.
After a time she bordered on madness, conflicting opinions warring within her own psyche. Should she Ascend again or not? Coul d she Ascend again or not? If she managed to separate her consciousness from her physical being once more, then what? She didn't have a home to go back to, did she?
