[ Her eyes close, feeling the cold embrace of the four walls of the house even here. The void surrounding it, the emptiness. The witch's presence everywhere within. ]
As a faithful servant to the house, I am bound to it. I know all that takes place there, whether I would like to or not. As soon as a single ant crossed the threshold, I would know... perhaps it is that I have become a part of the house itself.
[ Her eyes open again, leading them over to one of the sofas. Briefly, her eyes flick to the side, catching his disapproving frown — and she refrains from showing concern or sadness, not taking pleasure in explaining her imprisonment to him. She doesn't want him to worry more, so it'd be better if she remained passive, she thinks. ]
Do you remember what I told you before? That the house was once in a dark, endless realm for many centuries. At this very moment, it is waiting there for its next master. It was after it had returned to that abyss that I received the invitation to come here in the first place...
[ Meaning that she had returned to complete solitude, before the invitation to this hotel came. It isn't simply that the mansion had disappeared once for hundreds of years, but that it moves in and out of the realm of the living as need be. Her general detachment and coldness are, perhaps, signs that she has spent an overwhelmingly longer time in that darkness than in the light. ]
But when it returns to the mortal realm, I imagine I will be pulled along with it.
[ That is to say, she has no intention of leaving the hotel of her own free will — she simply assumes when the house moves to greet its next master, she will be dragged back within its walls as per her contract with it. ]
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As a faithful servant to the house, I am bound to it. I know all that takes place there, whether I would like to or not. As soon as a single ant crossed the threshold, I would know... perhaps it is that I have become a part of the house itself.
[ Her eyes open again, leading them over to one of the sofas. Briefly, her eyes flick to the side, catching his disapproving frown — and she refrains from showing concern or sadness, not taking pleasure in explaining her imprisonment to him. She doesn't want him to worry more, so it'd be better if she remained passive, she thinks. ]
Do you remember what I told you before? That the house was once in a dark, endless realm for many centuries. At this very moment, it is waiting there for its next master. It was after it had returned to that abyss that I received the invitation to come here in the first place...
[ Meaning that she had returned to complete solitude, before the invitation to this hotel came. It isn't simply that the mansion had disappeared once for hundreds of years, but that it moves in and out of the realm of the living as need be. Her general detachment and coldness are, perhaps, signs that she has spent an overwhelmingly longer time in that darkness than in the light. ]
But when it returns to the mortal realm, I imagine I will be pulled along with it.
[ That is to say, she has no intention of leaving the hotel of her own free will — she simply assumes when the house moves to greet its next master, she will be dragged back within its walls as per her contract with it. ]