Athnalu: (Athnalu stares past you.) The Sayormi... they have... touched my soul, a part of me that can never be restored. I can feel my soul rotting, falling away like summer to fall. (A single tear rolls down Athnalu's face.) PC: What...is wrong with you? Who are you? Athnalu: (Athnalu looks at you, as if she just noticed your presence.) Who are you? What do you want?! You can't hurt me! No one can! PC: Hurt you? I just want to help you. Athnalu: I must understand why they wish to hurt me. I have to understand them. I have to...or my soul is lost. Will you help me? (Athnalu grabs your shoulders harshly.) Will you help me?! PC: Ow!--yes, I will help you. Just calm down. Athnalu: Please.. before it's too late! I can feel their hands around my soul, sqeezing tighter. All hope is lost to me.