[The painting seems to flicker into another visage the more that Caitlyn looks at it, as it becomes more of Aelwyn's dream than it is her own. There's a cat where there wasn't before, perched on the blonde girl's shoulders, and the smile that was on her face is gone, replaced by a dead eyed stare. Her dress is splattered with blood, and Caitlyn's parents have had their faces completely burnt out. Except for the eyes that aren't theirs, large and judging and cruel, with no scrap of love between them.

On the edge of the painting, there is another person, like she's been deliberately left out of frame, but her outfit - or what little is seen of it - is identical to Aelwyn's.

The cat looks at Caitlyn and winks.

Aelwyn doesn't notice. She just scoffs at Caitlyn's naive posturing. She doesn't know what she wants from this. Does she want cold dismissal? Anger? Sympathy? It's all a dream, and she knows how these go at this point. She's only been through this a few dozen times.]

Do you?

[She snaps her fingers and shatters the glass of the front window, letting the cool air into the empty house and flickering all the lights off. She smiles, satisfied. The cat's eye only grows brighter.]

I do want to help, you know. I don't expect you to believe me - nobody else does, they think I'm a monster - but I do want to save the world. It would have all been so much easier if I didn't care at all.