"...You don't get it, Siglos." Sylvia muttered, looking down... For a moment, her shining green eyes dimmed.
And within them, reflected a kind of despair that consumed one's very soul like a vice, a kind of agony that broke a man's spirit under the weight. Her eyes were like a void filled with nothing but endless pain and scorn towards herself, like a dark abyss that had been personally carved into the woman's mind. She breathed out, closing her eyes.
"...I'm not a person." She muttered, her tone hoarse and empty. "I'm a beast... I'm nothing more than a freak of nature that isn't for this world..."