I was in an open hall, with other statues. Winged ones and interlocking wheels and - strange things. Everything was stone except the eyes.

I could see but not move or speak. People came and went. Some of them fought snakes or got chased by a hulking artificial keeper. And I just - stood there.

[She looks drawn, sounds bleak. Horrified and unable to even probably give voice to it. She crouches, reaches out a hand to him, doesn't quite dare to touch.]

Are you...?

[Okay. How does a person care.]