"Hm. So optimistic, for your friend who isn't even real."

It isn't long before Heather finally finds the source of the voice. The woman's appearance is vague, almost cobbled together as though made from a lot of different impressions. She's wearing an elaborate period ballgown, and she's standing beside a rock that almost looks like a person sitting hunched-over. Her hand rests lightly on top of the rock.

And in that rock, where the "person's" hands would be resting on its knees...that's where the chain ends.

The woman smiles, and her appearance solidifies into the one that Envy most recently saw her in: a young, black-haired girl. She laughs.

"And what do you intend to accomplish here?"