When she saw it, she sighed.

Such a sad sight was only to be expected, knowing their collective fates. She had already expected as much. Still, the macabre and twisted treatment of Kordelia's companion, fashioning its body into a twisted altar, housing its still-beating heart...

How disgusting.

There was no doubt this was the source of the corruption.

And there she was. Her face obscured, there was no doubt the one before them was Kordelia herself. Or at least, it appeared to be her. The circumstances could not be ignored. Nor could the sensation of being watched.

Aleksiya was no fool.

And yet...

The diminutive vampire took one step forward.

"... If you can hear me, Kordelia," she began, "I have no doubt this sight pains you. No matter what else you may be feeling, what circumstances you may be under. If you are in there, I know this hurts you. But that's no reason to abandon yourself, is it?"

That wasn't the way of the endearingly teasable Beast Princess she knew.

Of course, Aleksiya fully understood that what they saw was not necessarily the truth. But the sarcophagus, at least, marked this as the place Kordelia lay.

If they had returned with their minds intact, then even if Kordelia was not currently of sound mind that meant they could return her to it.

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