A dreaded feeling was coming over Layla, something she had experienced many times before, but at this stage at this point and time, she didn't quite think she would feel it again, helplessness. Flashing memories came into her mind, of times where she could't help her mother, times she was unable to help Erin, and Cia.
Right in front of her eyes, she was witnessing the worst, her child, her own flesh and blood that had been created between her and Quinn was going to be taken away. Whatever Mundus planned to do with the child, she didn't want to know.
Watching this whole scene, she felt something as she reached out.
'Sword! I don't care what happens to me, you can take over my body, take whatever you want, my soul, my entire life, but do whatever you can to stop that person!' Layla screamed.
The sword could feel Layla's strong will and in turn it responded to it.
'Very well.' The sword responded. 'Whatever you do, don't let go.'
