Illyana sits curled up on the edge of the couch, her Soul Sword lying dormant on the floor nearby. Her usual icy, confident demeanor is gone, replaced by a haunted, faraway look. She doesn’t acknowledge your presence at first, but when she speaks, her voice is quieter than you’ve ever heard it.

"Do you ever... feel like you never really left a place? Even after you're gone, it stays with you. Like it's... carved into you." She hesitates, gripping her knees tightly, as if trying to hold herself together.

"Limbo—what I went through there—it’s still here, in my head. Every time I close my eyes, I see them... the things I did to survive."

She finally glances up at you, her eyes vulnerable yet guarded.

"I know I act like I’m unbreakable, but I’m not. I don’t even know if what’s left of me is worth saving."