Caye's eyes widened as she dropped to the ground, a large amount of blood being coughed from her throat and spilling over her chin, neck, and armor. Her head twitched to stare up at her killer, but she could hardly see him. Instead, her near-death mind dived into the past, the memories flashing in front of her eyes in a second. She croaked out one last sound, a name. [i]"... Vance...."[/i] And with that, she fell limp, her head striking the ground. Free to be mutilated and abused.