She doesn't want to die, and she can't give up. All this pain has to be worth something. Saints resist until the end. "F-fuck you." Her voice is shaky; her vulnerability allows her to feel a terrible fear, and it sneaks through into her voice. Is this the end? It would make sense.

Her thumbs move off his throat, and her hands move up, beginning to jam her thumbs into the darkness where his eyes should be.