As tears drench down her white dress, she stifles her sobs as she tears in.

That blade the only pain she ever found real. The fallacy of religion just another swipe of a blade that rips in deeper than her heart can tell. She rips up, rips down and smiles. For once, she is seeing results of her sacrifice. For once, her communion is a reality.

Whisper: "It'll all be over soon, and you will be pure, pure white."