Tikal is probably dead, but you had convinced yourself otherwise; so now she only resides within your delusions. You talk to a vision of her past self in dreamlike sequences, on the prairies where she lay dead. Tikal was a kind, fierce aboriginal priestess of the valley, who you came to adore throughout the duration of your posting as an Albion soldier, fighting the proxy war against the Khanganate on the Central Plains. In the hellfires, you had abandoned her for death; a sin irredeemable.