As the two speak, the light from the door seems to respond, pulsing gently. When Amanda pitches her voice toward it, the light shines a little brighter than it did a moment before.

"I don't need your h-help, Amanda." Steeling herself visibly, the woman looks away, casting a look around the stone tunnel. She stares briefly up the incline that the two had come from. "There's nothing to fix. You know what you did, and it can't be undone. I need to be rescued much as you need to be sent on another Long-range Communication mission." Her voice is sharp, but she could have chosen a crueler example, probably. "Don't you have anything to s-s—say t-t--"

And suddenly, the image of Camile stutters like the afterimage of a photo flash. When she snaps back into focus, she isn't the Chinese woman anymore. Instead, she has been replaced by an Elezen standing there, with pointed ears and a long, flowing beard, as white as his elaborate clothing— all of it so pale that it's almost luminous in the half-light. Tall, but not monstrously so.

"Did you do it?" he asks. His voice is deep. Resonant. "Did you bring peace in my stead?"