"Whatever you can to bring her back," comes the answer without hesitation or doubt, as straightforward as a cherub may ever be. "I believe you must have the means, or will have. Otherwise you would not have found your way here." It is difficult to fathom but all signs point to the fact that he isn't from any universe in Paradox Space, or the denizens would have known, Echidna would have warned her. But it is impossible to think his presence here might not follow the same narrative laws as all creation.

Her clarity of expression and thought is short-lived, though. "Return her to the Void and her presence itself will fulfill her purpose." And then she is free to live as she pleases, but that's hardly relevant to anything. What matters is that events remain intact as they have been foretold, that everything every hero in every session has fought for is not rendered meaningless by a glitch. She rises to her feet and strides down the steps of the dais until she comes face to face with the stranger, the better to impress upon him her next words. She is a good bit taller than the child he knows, yet still finding herself looking up at him, fangs and cheek circles gleaming in the icy light of the cave. "When you have the choice to return her, don't hesitate. She doesn't belong with you. And I will not be forced to wait another eternity until her brother comes to slaughter me like all the other ghosts."