With each lost pet, each lost friend, Despair's hooks draw her closer, dragging her by her continuously breaking heart. She's such a gentle soul , thinks Despair in her realm of mist and silvered glass, but she's only mortal. This one belongs to her brother. Her spirit is full of poetry, song, and story, but that will soon change. Despair drags a hooked ring down the inside of a flabby arm, cutting through fat and muscle.
More blood oozes out.
She begins to slash across the deep laceration in quick swipes, cutting strips of her own flesh from her arm. With each swipe of her sigil, Despair pounds the hopelessness of the situation into the girl's head. As she shreds her own body, she also shreds a mortal heart. This young girl, still just in high school, has flourished on hope and dreams her whole life. A hopeless romantic.