[ Left behind unbreakable glass, with no way out. A promise, broken. Some people like their prisons. Sometimes, memory is nice. A serenade, played over and over. ]

You're a monster.

[ Said neutrally, as if Ariane is remarking on the weather. She lets that hang there for a moment, before continuing: ] Is that what you want me to say? So you did run. Most people who can, do. It takes a strength to stay that most of us don't have.

[ Ariane can only think of one person who is that strong, and Ariane certainly doesn't deserve her. ]

Did it hurt you, to run? Or are you free now?