[That cruel smile of hers spreads as she feels Rakka begin to struggle again and she shifts even closer, arm circling around the girl's back in an almost tender way. Her eyes lock on Rakka's, looking deep into them as her hand tightens. It's just a little. Just the smallest bit of added pressure but it's enough to cut off Rakka's air supply entirely, making even those desperate choked gasps impossible.]

If you life ended right here and now, what would change in the world? Who would even care? [She leans forward, resting her forehead against Rakka's in what would be an affectionate gesture if she weren't also absentmindedly strangling her at the same time.] The answer, of course, is that it wouldn't matter at all.