The being that was Tara Portman floats in the darkness between. She knows who she is, she knows who she was, she knows why she is here, she knows who must die.
But after that death—another death in this place of death—what?
Return to nothingness?
No … there must be more. She wants, she needs more.
Knowledge of her old self has awakened memories of the barely blossoming promise of her life before it was ended.
Knowing what she has lost … this is agony.
Knowing all that she will never have, never be … this is unbearable.
The being that was Tara Portman wants more.