[She sees, she sees. That little boy, so expressionless and well-meaning, and the man next to him. She's aware of when Wolfwood falls. It shakes the foot of her cello, but she doesn't stop playing to lift him up. This is his own heart he has to fight if he wants to stand again.]

You love him, [to the boy,] and you despise the other one. At the end of the road is a light, bright and shining, one which you cannot reach as you are now. The chains that shackle you... do you truly intend to let them keep you down?

[She plays a dramatic, loud sting on the cello, one that shakes the entire instrument.]

Will you shake them off and fight? Do you have the will to do so?