In the quiet room Alicia was still sitting in the padded chair, staring at the open window, but her crimson eyes were hazy, lost in memories.
After that strange, unsettling encounter in the Throne of the Dead, that man, or whatever he truly was, disappeared, leaving her there in the middle of the land of death.
Tired and barely able to stand, she felt faint echoes of emotion resonating in her chest, they weren't overwhelming like the moment she witnessed the Fire in all its greatness... but they were there with her now.
He didn't force her to go back, and he didn't say a single word more, he just left her there, confused and in turmoil.
And Alicia didn't like this, she didn't like mystery or the lack of answers, but what could she do... keep going in that state through the Throne of the Dead? How long would she last, half a day? An hour?
Or just turn around and go back... leave the way she came and do what that thing said.
For the first time, Alicia hesitated to choose.
