The Lady began screaming from her room. When I entered I found her curled upon the floor where I had left her.
I slipped into her mind and found her encountering one of the memories I forced out upon our first crossing. The boy was there again and she was but a child. Intrigued I watched from a tree as the dream replayed itself over.
They two of them were within a park. The field far from the playground the other children played at. Frolicking within the field they explored. I detected little to be unstable of her then and suspect this was where her instability began. I found myself correct at the lurking presence that followed the two.
It was He who I serve that stalked the pair as they examined the wildlife around them.
It was He who stepped from the treeline and wrapped a tentacle around the boy's leg.
It was He who dragged the boy away.
It was she who screamed bloody murder and tried to catch up only to be left behind in failure.
Intriguing. I know who this boy is, Lady of the Shade. He is your proxy. He is the one you have called Mr. Sunshine.
Remember this you little thing of flesh and feeling. Remember his face. Remember the face you failed to save.
Is this one of the causes that motivates you to protect? To act as their "shield", if you will. Is this why your heart is conflicted between expanding and remaining shielded? Let us find out.
The female began mumbling incoherently; tucking herself further into a ball. Mental anguish outweighing any physical torture we could ever do to her; that would be tested. This will be useful, however. Shall we explore further on this later, Lady?
I left her to her dreams. A brief six minute intermission; now I return to wasting time until the five hours have passed.