“It — it doesn’t matter.” She can’t identify /anything/ about the voice. Nothing at all except an obscure sort of pain, that this person should think that they’ve gone so far they can’t come back. Her own voice strengthens. “You won’t hurt me.”
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“So beautiful, I’ve always been so proud of you. If you have forgotten me don’t worry i’m not mad, it may be better that way, I want to leave the darkness but where will I go?”
“No, no, please. Who /are/ you?” She turns in circles, trying to find the source of the voice. “Come out, show me. Please? I’ll be … I’ll be your light.”
“The darkness has had me for so long, but your memory never faded.”
Summer whirls around, eyes wide. “Who’s there?” She should know that voice; she knows she should know it.