Might've been right, but it wasn't them who were judging.

[ Something far more unknowable was puppeteer to them, moving them about in their little city, using and controlling and watching. ]

Leave? Leaving doesn't save me. Their voices are...

[ She makes an open-handed motion alongside her head. She hears it even now: Hunter, Hunter, Hunter. ]

Burnt in.

[ Her eyes flick up from the toy she's fiddling with. ]

Agreed to work if they remove the Great Ones, from me and from Yharnam.