He shrieks and she cowers, as she knows anyone else would. He shakes her and slams her to the wall, eliciting a cry of pain from her lips. Her breath leaves her for a moment, and her head spins. Somewhere, she realizes that he's pulled a weapon from somewhere. She doesn't know why. He doesn't need it to end her. She tries to focus on his words, but they slip through her fingers... Something about her ancestor. Something about treachery. Something about pity... She remembers a question demanded of her before the shaking started. She clings to that like a lifeline.

What does she know?

"Know... the paint..." She gasps the words out, trying to snatch at the words before they can leave her thoughts. Each syllable is squeezed through his grip, pushed out with a gasp of pain. She lifts a finger, a weak miming of tracing the mask that she's burned into memory. "Teeth like... d-daggers, like fear. Eyes...in darkness, b-but clear..."

"Know the... s-script... E-everything in halves... Two parts, good and...bad. Light a-and dark..." She tries to remember more, uncertain of what she's trying to prove, but only knowing that she has no other choice. She snatches at the things that had delighted Kurloz...that had made him find worth in her.

"Know... the end. The... m-meteors. Homeworld...burning. Was...there. And l-left."