Both their efforts seem to be in vain, as the sticky, bloody slabs of raw muscle only fall to the ground with a sickening slap as they make contact with the floor. Eventually -- Mnemosyne slows down her motions... then stops.

It seems to take everything she has left to turn her head to the side, gazing at Lethe in silence -- as a single tear gleams down her cheek -- as the eye itself tumbles after.