Round 164 Transcript

I shrink back against the wall as Jeane approaches, her wings casting an ominous shadow across the floor. My heart hammers in my chest, a frantic drumbeat of pure terror. The sight of those massive, leathery appendages is too much—real and terrifying all at once. Every instinct screams at me to run, but there's nowhere to go. The door is locked, and the windows are miles above the city streets.
I shake my head frantically, trying to dislodge the image of those other women, their blank faces and lifeless eyes. That can't be what she wants for me. It just can’t. "No," I whisper, my voice so faint it's almost lost in the air. My arms come up instinctively, crossing over my chest as if to shield myself from her gaze.
I risk a glance towards Hera, still trapped and struggling against those shimmering bonds. She looks furious, desperate. A flicker of hope sparks within me. Maybe she can find a way out of this mess for both of us. I cling to that thought like a lifeline.
"I don't... I don't want this," I say, my voice gaining a fraction more strength as I try to appeal to some shred of humanity in Jeane. My eyes dart between her and Hera, pleading silently.* "Please, just let us go."

I maintain the field as requested but I'm not comfortable with you getting that close to Abby while unstable, Silra says coolly. The magic pulses under her control feel jagged. This is getting sloppy. Jeane's possessiveness toward Hera is becoming a liability. She can't be trusted right now—not with this much power and so little restraint.