CT huffs dismissively. "Not at all."

Like so many of the demons' tricks, the space they've been transported into is nowhere they've ever been before and she lacks any frame of reference for a theatre like this. Resol wasn't without performance spaces, the human inclination toward creativity can never be entirely washed away, but they could never be so large, so extravagant. And so CT just walks, without a destination in mind except away from the stage.

Every few steps, her hand goes to the wall for support.

"One of the demons— was already killed," she explains, gesturing loosely with her other hand. Her voice is hushed. "It happened months ago, after another big display. I wouldn't be surprised if this ends the same way."

Hell, she'd be surprised if it didn't. Aster has to be ready for this. Based on everything he told Valdis, he's not going to get a better window to make his move against Efrain.

"B-But until something happens— most of us are stuck as playthings. Not everyone was on stage, so— there must be other roles. Somewhere."