[ A few more breaths and Alice is pulling her long, dark hair. She's wracked her mind over and over, trying to figure out the skeleton, who it was. She had wondered why her, other than clubbing Reynard with the hobby horse after he had struck Lancelot. She's a shaking mess in front of her friend.

She swallows, frustrated- ]

No one has told me a thing! Other than pieces, pieces of himself are scattered about and nonsense about powers! All the while I've been stuck here wondering what on earth makes me so special other than I can only come to the conclusion that that piss poor excuse of a father chose me for striking him with the knightmare back in Treun!

[ Sorry, Outsider, it is still much more easier to speak to you than anyone else. ]

Maybe I don't want to, I've already been told I cannot come! Nonsense! All of it utter nonsense!