[Seeing Enoch's agony is practically worse than feeling the same helpless frustration himself. He'd found it wrenching to keep his distance, of course, but he had Angel and Rhys at least to ground him. And he deserved what he got, too. Enoch cannot possibly.]

I... this won't please you to hear, but I'm not sure they're real. As in, I think they may be... echoes of some sort, like broken records, or like Winter is, giving the appearance of sentience and intent despite not having it. When I offered, she pinned me down and rendered me unconscious, but did nothing further until she moved off again. It made it seems as though - there is nothing to her but the demand.