Gate of Memoirs/Confrontation (Fiendish Fancies)

Guinne prepares to face her fears, but Nabris seems to have been waiting somewhat patiently.
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Music: "Ghost"	Music: "Ghost"
 	
*"I never thought life had a purpose, honestly."
*"Who am I but a collection of stray thoughts and scattered will, molded into concrete form?"
*"...Sure, I may be a 'greater' spirit, but I'm certain my form is not my own—only that which is given by my summoner."
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*"But enough of that."
*"Our first meeting was...interesting."
*"She was rather small in stature, but her aura burned bright like a flame."
 	
*"And, oh, the *delicious* look on her face!"
 	
*"...Which quickly turned into embarrassment as she began to harp about my chosen appearance."
*"Rather funny, given how I imagined this was what she wanted..."
 	
*"Ah, well. I knew that flame would come with a temper."
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*"We kept up the pretense, by and large."
 	
*Guinne: Okay, that went well enough. Let's do another trial.
 	
*Nabris: As you wish, Mistress.
 	
*"Hah... How coy she was, the little thing."
*"I carried out all of her instructions, waiting for a sign."
*"She hadn't called me here *just* to act as some servant. This I knew. This I could *feel*."
*"She wanted something—and it was left unsaid."
*"Bored out of my skull, I did what I had to."
*"I had hoped to push her into facing her true self..."
Music: "Dark Pursuit"	Music: "Dark Pursuit"
 	
*A door creaks open in the distance, and the rapidly approaching footsteps snaps Nabris out of his reverie.
 	
*Nabris: ...Ah. Speak of the devil.
*Nabris: How nice of you to visit, Mistress.
*Nabris: Considering you've hardly, if ever, come back to this room since our first meeting.
 	
*Guinne: ... ...
*Guinne clutches her fists, trembling slightly in the dim light.
 	
*Guinne: It's been quite some time since that day, hasn't it?
 	
*Nabris: Oh, I don't know. Time moves so very differently for us spirits, you know.
 	
*Nabris: Or maybe you don't. Perhaps you'd like to find out?
 	
*There is an awkward pause of silence before Nabris chuckles lowly.
 	
*Nabris: So. Are you here to deliver my rightful judgement?
 	
*Nabris: Tug me by my ears? Twelve weeks' hard labor?
*Nabris: What will it be...Mistress? I am at your beck and call.
 	
*Guinne: That's enough!
*Guinne: Don't get coy with me, Nabris. You know exactly what you did.
 	
*Nabris: Ah, but you don't.
*Nabris: You have no clue what you've gotten yourself into, don't you?
 	
*Nabris steps forward, a cruel smirk spreading on his face.
 	
*Nabris: You have no idea what it really means to summon a servitor.
*Nabris: You think I'm just another doll. A better one.
 	
*Guinne: And YOU will learn to shut up long enough to listen!
 	
*Nabris eyes the blood-red jewel in her hand and scoffs.
*Nabris: You think such a petty trick could work on me? A mere contrivance cobbled from broken fragments?
 	
*Guinne: You are still bound to *me*, Nabris. And it doesn't prevent me from imprisoning you.
Music: "Source Hall" 	Music: "Source Hall"
 	
*With a sweep of her arms, the threads ignite, and the three weavedolls ready themselves for battle.
 	
*Guinne: Spirit! You've deliberately, and maliciously, twisted my instructions.
*Guinne: Our binding pact is still in effect. I have every right to punish you.
*Guinne: And if you still refuse to heel...
 	
*Nabris: Oh, Mistress.
*Nabris: If we're to have a heart-to-heart, then don't begrudge me for being too candid with my words.
 	
*Sharp claws unsheath from seemingly human hands, and a dark energy begins coursing through the ritual room.
 	
*From the look of shock on her face, Guinne seems unprepared for this encounter.
 	
*Nabris: I thought so.
*Nabris: Didn't think I could get violent too, did you?
 	
*Nabris: In fact, I'd say you are playing with fire...