Stabbed in the back and poisoned. Betrayed by your own twin sister, delivered into the arms of serpents. So much for the grand and noble quest, huh? So much for those dreams. All you’ve got is mindless animal survival, and probably not long for that. It’s been nice knowin’ ya, kid.

Unless that lamia is pulling the knife out. Sometimes you’ve got to be cruel to be kind. Go in the corner and lick your wounds, find a dark cave to crawl into and not die – and take help when it’s offered, even from someone you think is your enemy. Put down the knife, there’s peace to find.