Motive

She sighed. Exhausted. Exasperated. Emotionally drained. More than a little demoralized.

And yet. All this and yet she was alive. She was both physically and mentally here. Not absent. Not somewhere else.

She was capable of listening. Of feeling.

Or at least, that's what her therapist told her to tell herself anyways.

She couldn't force herself to believe it.

The girl sighed once again and transformed. There were monsters to kill.