Terezi curls in on herself tighter, her arms wrapping around herself. She's nothing more than a child at the feet of the Grand Highblood, towering like a monster over her broken body. A sweep's time... That's all she was. Maybe that sweep is all that she would have.

Her eyes close tight against the tears.

If that sweep was all she got... it was still the best sweep of her life. She was going to cherish it, and he couldn't take that from her. Even if he killed her right here and now, she would go to her death remembering what she had. There's a small noise from her throat, weak and stuttering, but growing a little stronger as she focuses. A quiet melody takes form, though she doesn't know the words to it. It's enough to remember the tune, to remember how much those unspoken notes meant to the two of them... like a promise that they would meet again.