I guess something in life always has a meaning, even if it's unhealthy. Maybe it was meant to show some others how to fight. Either way and although Alice took some awful medicine, it didn't really help. It was honestly like she was lost in her consciousness, tangled in threads of dark thought. It was hard, but the fighting was over. She let it beat her. "I let it beat me" she thought. And those were the darkest words she could've thought.