i know my hands are cold

A passive and introverted nature. Because of the high wisdom and pride she boasts, she sacrifices herself to the duties of the mistress of the underworld, bound by her own design to be the goddess of death and decline. Envying the beautiful, laughing at the unsightly, and killing so that which she desired never passes to the hand of another... or so was Ereshkigal, but due to her assimilation with the young girl she inhabits, she has gained an objective awareness that such things are not good and embarrassing.