It occurs to the Investigator that as she lives through what was happening inside Hunter’s mind, she is constructing a mirror of her. Just as Hunter invested masks with life, so Neith, alive, shapes herself to the other woman the way a transplanted face, hanging on the muscle and bone of the patient, takes on her identity. In fact the symmetry is perfect: the mask of Mielikki Neith looks back into the eyes of the corpse.