At least she'll die knowing she isn't a total garbage person. That yeah, okay, she's had her less than stellar moments, but she'd helped a bunch of people escape from this unspeakable place, she'd sacrificed her own health trying to keep others alive down here. It's something she's fated for, apparently; dying so that others may live. Maybe that's okay. There are worse purposes in life.

The shape of her thoughts may be leaning toward the dramatic, but she really is in a bad way; body split and raw around lesions that refuse to heal, half-starved and exhausted and sick. Sick enough that when she hears her name called out in a familiar voice, she suspects she's hallucinating again. She turns though, and she sees her, although that doesn't necessarily mean very much.

"Lenore?" there's uncertainty in her voice.