"It has been, hasn't it? And she's not here, anymore. Such a sad thing, really. But she was so tired, that she just gave up, and stopped existing," she lies, examining her fingernails, as she talks, utterly contemptuous of Draiss. "As for what I did? Why, I just made a little deal with a friend," she says, coyly, shifting, slightly, so he can see the golden locket, hanging around her neck. The Beyonder locket.