Alecto puts down the metal hand, so that she might watch the human's performance. She knows the human's name already, of course. She was there when Alecto awoke, but she did not hear Alecto over the noise.

This time, Alecto is silent. The human fashions a gift out of her borrowed blood and body, as if to appease Alecto. The gesture is noble, of course, but it is not Pyrrha who has sinned. Alecto takes the gift anyway, and brings it to her lips, and closes her eyes. This is how meat welcomes meat.

"You are Pyrrha." Alecto takes a bite, and allows the flesh to linger on her tongue. She understands. "He ate you, but not all the way. He loved you. You miss him horribly."

She swallows.

"Do you know who I am?"