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[It's like this: first Troy, his stolen Phaselock wrapping around her, the power familiar and alienating all at once, before dropping her down into the lion's den. Her arms tied behind her back and the twins taunting Lilith, looking so desperate and so scared. Being forced back down to Pandora, that hideous planet of nightmares; being forced onto that hideous metal alter, chained and put on display--

And then, suddenly, relief. A last-second order from the God-King, demanding the sacrifice be put off for a little longer. A man-- not Troy, but someone trying vaguely to imitate him, perhaps-- waiting in the shadows for her. An assuring hand and a voice telling her that Lilith had sent him, is this a new Vault Hunter? And then that grip turns harder and there's a tightness around her throat as the world goes all fuzzy--

And now, here, in somewhere dark, with a collar around her throat and her tattoos vibrantly on display, her eyes wide as she tries very hard not to think about dining chairs and bloody fists.]

Jack--

[It's Jack. She knows it is, the same way she knows so very much about Eridium and sirens and vaults, all the things that don't lead to a normal life in the least. It's Jack, the way he moves, the way he stares, she knows it's him--]

You can't be alive, that's impossible!