40-Hope POV
I'd been locked in this mental prison for ages, exhaustion was creeping in on me. They injected me with some sedative and started pumping various ingredients into my veins in an effort to find and separate Ash from my body. In order to preserve her and keep her safe, she shut down my processing abilities, keeping me in a coma-like state. I could hear and see with my minds-eye but I had no way to communicate. All I could do was watch as they poked and prodded my body, wishing desperately that I could tell them to stop.
The process was long and painful, but eventually they were able to extract Ash from my body. I could see her, her soul floating there in the glass container, looking so small and vulnerable. They told me that she was going to be all right, that she would be take
