Mirror Mirror

On a rational level, Ereshkigal knows why Ishtar came to her, all these years ago- she's not blind to how pityful she looks, thank you very much. But that act had only filled her with rage. She is Ereskigal, the Queen of Kur! The sole ruler of this place. She couldn't take a break. She couldn't just rest. How would the world function, otherwise? Who would hold the world, if not her?

The blizzard rages around her like a wounded beast. Here stands the master, that master she thought she'd never see again. Knee-deep in snow, fresh bruises on their skin. Off to save the world. Again.

(They should have been safe they should have been happy THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN SAFE THEY SHOULD HAVE THEY SHOULD HAVE-)

Her body crumbles, this world's magic too weak to bind her to the world of the living. Her body crumbles, and the master mouths thank you.