Of course I feel it. That's exactly why it's a lie.

[It's like a siren call, luring her to her doom. No thanks! Ianthe's a lot of things but she's not suicidal. Nor is she prone to doing things like listening to voices in her head.]

It's a trap. It's always a trap when something tries to tell you it wants you to stay. No thanks, I'm going back home before God and his favorite group of rebellious teens fuck everything up again.

[Nevermind that that's not how it works. She's come too far and sacrificed too damn much to give up now, all so Sextus can rub her failure in her face.]