Vanna slaps the pipe away from her chin, looking unamused.
Vanna: Spooky, but that doesn't answer my question. Garth had been telling you about my work for ages. He said you were excited about it. And now you IMPRISON me for it? What the hell made you change your mind?
Halea laughs through her teeth, letting smoke curl out from her mouth.
Halea: Goodness gracious. That's the perfect phrase for it, isn't it?
Vanna and Halea sit in the light of the door as the dark of the room hangs above.
Vanna: So... you climbed the Crucible and threw your eyes into the caldera as a sacrifice. Cheline gave you some of her powers in exchange. What is this, then? Some sort of mission to propagate Seabite or silence the Lodestars? What kind of command did she give you?
Halea stares forward, smiling coolly. Whatever is behind her glass eyes is glowing.
Halea: I take no commands, Vanna Lorelai Morena. I am not Cheline's subordinate.
Vanna looks incredulous.
Vanna: ...Who the hell ISN'T Cheline's subordinate?
