[She flinches at the sudden sound of another voice behind her, but while it does make her lower her flute, she doesn't turn around. She's watching the rip in the barrier, eyes fixed on the images it's showing her.]
What I see looks like my home, but it isn't. I know it isn't. It's nothing but a trick.
action;
What I see looks like my home, but it isn't. I know it isn't. It's nothing but a trick.