...

[Its a bit strange. The blade of emotion sharpens more, her anxiety being stuffed down inside. Her emotions are hard as steel, but tinged with heightened bittersweetness all the same, like a storm brewing.]

A challenge. You and me. We both have similar skills, and I know you're one of the few ones who can take me down.

[She also stands.]

If you die...if I die...regardless, it'll be a mercy. Better now than to wait. We can't stand at the precipice of a cliff forever, November.