[It's definitely an endeavor, and by the end of it, Maria sounds a bit... winded from the exertion. Strange, considering all she did was open a bottle, but her physical condition isn't exactly ideal... and she's fighting pain, as well.

Once it pops open, the hunter shakes her head with a sigh.] I've been tired of it for years, but nothing makes it go away. I can't try to live a life I don't feel I deserve, and dying was just a way to run away.

[She holds the vial up in a sort of toast.] So I'm stuck in a place where neither thing is viable. I'm afraid I'm running out of energy to search for a middle ground.

[Maybe then she will sit and stare into the middle distance until she withers away to nothingness. That might be all she can force herself to do, eventually.

Thanks, Depression.]