The shape blinked out of existence, reappearing behind them. 595 slowly rose to her knees, but maintained a non-threatening pose. “This is not about power, not yet.” The thing replied. It charged up the ‘P’ in ‘power’ until it echoed around the gallery. This thing accented the Human standard language quite thickly; the Agent also noticed a faint background noise when it moved and enunciated, like the hiss of a distant wildfire. 

“You’re hiding something of ours. Our...home. It’s begun...waking, hasn’t it?” 595 flinched and closed her eyes when a blindingly bright hand reached down and stroked her bare cheek. “Shhh, it’s alright. I mean you no harm.” The thing soothed, the ambient hiss growing slightly as it moved away from her and sloped over to Rareth. “You have witnessed things you do not understand, and you come here seeking answers?” 595 moved her face away from the thing’s wandering hand and nodded her head.

It gave off what could only be described as a sigh, and slid a finger along Rareth’s shoulders and back as it shimmered past. “I’m so sorry.” It walked in front of them. “I fear that means our foe draws nearer, and that puts you in grave danger. You must help us return home, so we may escape. Otherwise, they will destroy us all.”