Void

For a moment Hattori contemplated drowning her, a fleeting if not vicious thought hidden by furrowed brows. She moved to shoulder past him but it was like pushing against stone, unstoppable force meets immoveable object. Or rather she had once been that way, as things were Toxicity was merely a shadow of her old self, pathetic and clearly forsaken by her god. If it ever had even existed, Hattori was still not convinced nor would he ever be.

"She is not here." He said, with a degree of finality to show she had never been, though she still yet lived.