Oh, I understand what it is, to put a great deal of effort into making something... perfect to what you want, only to watch it slip through one's fingers.

[ Mind. That also was her folly, but! She remembers the pain, hatred, and fury of watching her magnum opus crumble before her very soul, as she was enveloped in something to take her, keep her. ]

I cannot imagine what wrath you would bring, upon one who would take what you work so hard to...cultivate.

[ A beat. ] I imagine that this one must not be your first, yes? I wonder if there have been any of such souls that were... challenges for you?

[ It's not so much wheedling for information now, as it is pure conversation. She truly can't help herself. ]