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Cold and dark, she awakes in the wheel

Lights flash, voices howl—she is not alone

Her body recalls the things she has done;

the things done to her

Chaos dictates the order of the ship

Prisoners and crew distraught and afraid

In their midst she sees their face

The visage of her torturer

Vengeance drives her every move

The ship must endure only until

She can drive the knife into his throat

Nothing else matters to her

Tear apart the ship

Think not of what’s ahead

Death consumed her

Before she was here

And now death remains

Haunting her still

The war disfigured her soul

Why should she not take for herself?

The world took from her everything and more

Why should she not kill for herself?

Indulge in what they had made her

Facing extinction—a not uncertain death

They frantically try to salvage their fate

The ship is slowly forgetting us all

Unable to remember its past or its crew

Desperate to satiate her lust for revenge

She must choose: his death or her life

Carving their lives onto their flesh

Carving history into the ship

Etching their pasts as best as they can

Embed it in their skin for this is all they have

Carving into herself as all the others do

There’s been enough death and it’s no good to her

Science, faith, and art, their loved one’s names

Etching their futures into their flesh