There was much to be said about what she suffered on Turrip if even Ishtar - one who had seen countless deaths over her expansive lifespan - was shaken and in tears. Perhaps it spoke to the empathy the woman still had despite being numb to death, or more towards the bond they had formed over the last day or so since Parsley's resurrection. Either way, she was glad to finally have someone to share her pain with.
The trip through her memories was painful; she had no presumptions that it would be anything but. One by one, the minutes and hours rolled by. Sometimes, they were a jumbled mess that represented Parsley's incoherence at the time. Those were the more pleasant ones. The most painful, heart-wrenching ones were - to her chagrin - in crystal clear clarity. There was no mistaking what was happening. The three times Appel injected her with some concoction, or nearly drowned her with the high-powered hose, or being driven insane by her own loneliness and guilt, it was all there for both of them to see.
Experiencing it like this, from the outside looking in, she didn't realize how broken she was at the time of her death. She had nothing by the time she drew her last breath. Her dignity, her pride, her sanity, her hope; they were all stripped away. In the end, she was nothing more than a broken husk of a woman, no more than a shell of her former self. If that was what Appel wanted - and she couldn't envision a scenario in which that wasn't the case - then she got exactly that.
When it was finally over, Parsley felt drained. She reached up to rub her eyes and found that they were wet. Tch. As Ishtar struggled to find words, Parsley sat in silence. Walking through it all like that left her raw and tired. But... for the first time, she felt that she could close her eyes and not see Appel's sneering countenance again.
She did so. She closed her eyes.
Nothing.
Nothing but blissful darkness.
Parsley breathed in and basked in finally being free - for the night - of her demon.
How did she feel? That was Ishtar's question after some seconds of stammering and tripping.
"Tired." She rose to her feet. A grateful smile touched her lips. "I'm tired, and I'm going to bed. Thank you, Ishtar."