[Maria takes a deep breath, and it shudders as her lungs approach capacity, like the air's tripped over one of those broken, jagged edges within her.

It almost sounds like a sob, though nothing else that would tell of her crying follows.]

I know. I could even be killed before then. It's difficult, but not impossible to end my life through brute force.

[She curls her head forward and down a little, bracing Ashe with one of her arms as she presses in that much closer. Like she's suddenly afraid something the size of a human will simply slip from her grasp. Words are difficult at the moment, so she doesn't speak. She's afraid it would come out as some kind of desperate begging or something anyway. So Maria stays quiet.

... And maybe her actions speak for her anyway.]