It's been a few weeks since that damned opera, Efrain's death and the aftermath of her own role in it all. It's not her role that she's upset about at this point though, it's Pyotr's. His decision to make his little glass creatures to help the demon who put them all through that hell, the one she hated so much that she almost gave into that hatred. People with powers like hers cannot afford to lose their minds or their empathy.

But Pyotr, he feels wrong from beyond the door, even before he opens it and asks her in his dull, numb voice.

"Good evening, I think we need to talk."

Her tone says he doesn't have a choice.