"They come from deeper down, mostly.  Drawn here by the pain and despair and the sins in the hearts of the called.  The theater's full of them.  And worse."<br/><br/>She skips along, humming merrily.<br/><br/>"I am not afraid of them because I have seen far worse.  They can only kill me.  Some day they might.  But compared to what lies further down?  Death is hardly the worst that can happen."<br/><br/>For a moment, her gaze rests on Deacon and hardens.<br/><br/>"What happened to her in the theater, Mister Man?  Why does it draw you so?  Like a moth to a flame.  She waits for you, no doubt, the better to remake you in her new image."