"<strong><em>The queen created this place... This... Building.</em></strong>" She replies, the spectral girls echoing her words once more. "<strong><em>She holds no sway over us. We come, and we go, seeking out those who might assist.</em></strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong><em>You cannot save them now. You risk nothing by trying, so the effort isn't enough. There will be others. There are always others. Naive or foolish or brave enough.</em></strong>" The door creeks open a bit more, revealing more of her bandaged form and the coiling chains. "<em><strong>What I ask isn't for them. It is selfish. It... It is all for me. I give what I can to them, but I have so little to give. You would be unharmed, you have my word. I simply long to remember. To glimpse freedom once again. The hope in unbearable, but I cannot go on without it.</strong></em>"<br/><br/>