She stands in an open room, the light of Celestia beaming down on her. She sits there, thinking. There wasn't much else to do in death. Every now and then she'll glance at Furina's life or Neuvillette's reign. She had given up her human emotion to make Furina, yet there's still something deep down that she'd call pride. Here she sat in death, but she didn't mind. Her sacrifice saved Fontaine. She died restoring justice. She looks up as a footstep suddenly disturbs her lonesome.

Focalors: "Who goes there? How has someone found their way here? Whatever it may be, you ought to turn back. Leave me to this eternity. This is how the events had to play out." She warns the presence, still hidden from sight. Another emotion soars out of her soul for a second, sadness, just a flying fish, quick to delve below the surface again.