Her diabetes-ridden body prone against the floor of the chapel, she looked up and through mountains of adipose found her mouth still able to open just enough to speak as she met Adonis' eyes. Her voice broken and scratchy from the starvation mode, she could feel her genetics pulling her down as she tried to lift one arm, her conditions making it nearly impossible do to so. "Why?" she rasped. She realized, at that moment, that she could not feel below her waist, and did not know if it was the scootypuff that had paralyzed her, or if it was her own cursed genes that snapped her spine. She could feel her sugars plummeting, death merely moments away, ready to sweep her off to a land where the oceans were made of diet coke and vending machines didn't oppress her with calorie counts. "Because you're fucking fat."