It boils, she convulses. It simmers, she stills. There is no inbetween. No rest. No moderation. Only pain. Sharp, stinging pain everywhere, or a dull ache in her heart. So she is sent out of the force. To keep her alive until her purpose can be fulfilled. She is sent into a world with light. With a sun. She will struggle, but when she is finished, it will have all been worth it. It will all have been worth it.