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Live forever (Warhammer 40k fanart)

-Your wounds are soaking through, little sister.
The armored creature had knelt down beside Jia and all she could do was wait for the end, her body too broken to muster anything but slight headmovements.
She saw its rustcoated gauntlets reaching out for her and she closed her eyes, making what peace she could with the horryfying resolution that was soon to come.
To her surprice she felt herself being lifted, gently, into the air, the creature holding her almost like a mother with a newborn. Jia opened her eyes and looked into a cracked, skullface mask, its joints and orifices seemingly brimming with maggots and other fauna.
The thing spoke once again, its voice sounding almost as if it was inside her own head:
- Your body is shattered, and you will die soon. But you know that already...
It paused and Jia could feel the creatures eyes(or what remained of them) looking at her intently from behind its morbid visor.
-Is that what you want, little sister? To go into that night?... Or do you perhaps want to live after all?