Even though the room seemed to blur around them, allowing him to move too silkily through it, Hie strove to keep her "guide" in sight all the while. She wouldn't look away, even though the sight of him hurt, smacking of some wrongness she couldn't believe she had missed before. His words, on the other hand, spoke relentless truth. He approached, and her head began to ache; black needles spiked into the edges of her vision, passing only when he walked past her to his perch. Her bedside. At risk of their return, Hie moved closer. She couldn't stop herself, really - that was her own body lying there. No matter how she tried, she couldn't tear her gaze away from her own prone form.
"Amuse you? Isn't that what I've been doing all along?" She couldn't stop herself from saying it. Once the words were out in the air, she was surprised to find that she didn't regret them at all. "You've been here...all this time. Knowing that I didn't believe Dad. Reveling in it." That last was bitten out, spat like so much bile on her tongue. "I stopped letting him check my room a long time ago. I told him that I could do it myself."
And she had...but it wasn't the same. Just looking around the room now, Hie knew that he, or any number of monsters, could have been dancing atop her head as she checked and she would have never known. How could she? Seeing him for what he really was meant suddenly having eyes into an entirely different world.