[What was this she was feeling? Even now Snow was trying her best to smile at her, hide any any negative emotions and feelings.

Daria couldn't find the words to chastise her for. Not wanting her dead? Not killing her herself? It took her eighteen years to finally kill her murderous power hungry family. And it took other people getting involved.

Snow suffered and suffered alone.

But she wasn't there anymore.]

Yet now your stuck in forever undead. Surrounded by fellow undeads. The only people now who have seen the truth. You don't have to deal with her ever again.

[She wanted to think of another way to say it.]

It's poetic, think about it. For all of the times she tried to snuff you out, here you are, permanently going to outlast her. The hag is in the ditch, forever going to be below you.