Daisy curls into her, so small but feeling so very large, and lets herself have this moment. The give in the chain feels looser than it has in so long. It's like being reborn from the grime of Forever Deep Below Creation all over again, only this time it's not the ground beneath their feet that spat her out, it's the cold, unfeeling walls of a prison that didn't hesitate to let her die.

And yet this time, she's... choosing to live. It feels strange. It doesn't feel bad.