One avalanche barely ends before the next begins. Marianne steps over her feeble insecurities like a queen, straight towards the harshest possible articulation of her gentle objection. Where Set speaks in visions and hope Marianne speaks in decree - the royal voice, the raised finger, the scepter that sends knights away on quests. Unanimous, Marianne? Perhaps as those who dwell within the sea unanimously consent to the operation of the tides by adapting their whole lives to those mighty flows. Do you think you do not frighten, Marianne, when you attempt to frighten? Canada has consumed the empty place behind the mirror, a void at her core that is filled with every gesture, every expression, every embrace. Once again she is swept up by those royal arms and brought to a place she did not expect...

And once again she is dumped unceremoniously to the ground as Marianne takes her leave. 

And once again Set's words pile on top of her, burying her under an avalanche of data and questions before her knees have even stopped shaking.

"Fine! Things are fine!" she blurts. "It was - it was pretty fine. Everyone is fine. Except for all the people who I didn't save, which was one hundred percent of them - but apart from that it was fine. How are you?" She smiles to show that everything you're thinking about her is probably just a misunderstanding.