Not for the first time did Celestia feel utterly lost from listening to the Lords of Tartarus bicker back and forth. Their voices grated, the oppressiveness of Tartarus was magnified in their presence, and the longer she lingered, the more the red river to the South drew her attention. Her eye flickered to it just once and she squeezed them shut. She had barely seen the red water flow, but the pain of it stung her to the core of her mind, a mocking laughter rang in echoes in the back of her consciousness and somewhere, subtly, she heard something forever lost call her name.