[For a moment, one of her hands suddenly shoots out towards Luke, but stops halfway, and is quickly redirected and punched into the snow. She shakes her head. She's trying so hard, so hard, to hold on to herself right now. She knows she wouldn't be able to muster the concentration needed to adjust which part of the soul to feed from.]
[Her voice, while still strained, slides back into being more monotone.]
Get away. Get away from me, Luke. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to... I can't think...
[Her other hand falls from her face, but her eyes are still closed. She lets out a sound that from anyone else might have sounded like a laugh. But from Cheyenne, it comes out forced and cold. She looks back up again, a strange grin on her face that doesn't look the least bit happy. Something isn't right.]
[She's gone.]
[He'll have a few seconds to escape, but that's the only opening he'll get before she jumps out and pulls his arm away, with full intention of looking into his eyes by force.]
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[Her voice, while still strained, slides back into being more monotone.]
Get away. Get away from me, Luke. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to... I can't think...
[Her other hand falls from her face, but her eyes are still closed. She lets out a sound that from anyone else might have sounded like a laugh. But from Cheyenne, it comes out forced and cold. She looks back up again, a strange grin on her face that doesn't look the least bit happy. Something isn't right.]
[She's gone.]
[He'll have a few seconds to escape, but that's the only opening he'll get before she jumps out and pulls his arm away, with full intention of looking into his eyes by force.]