She holds up her sigil. I have here attached the heart strings of one of yours. A dreamer , my brother. Now, I say, come to me. There is another silence, not ended, but punctuated, by the parting of Despair's fog by a tall, pale figure.
Despair scoffs at the approaching figure.
I also see that you only respond to threats now. Her brother stands beside her now, ignoring all provocations from Despair. He's dressed surprisingly informally, wearing a T-shirt and jeans. The emerald around his neck looks almost ludicrous in contrast. She points a pudgy hand at the twisted reflection of the lobby mirror.