The gaze of Lady Bayonetta struggled between brief clarity and a whirlpool of confusion; the coolness of Star Dew Sweet Orange was like ice drops thrown into boiling oil, providing her chaotic senses a moment of respite.
She could see clearly Su Li's young and distinct face before her, chaotic fragments of memory surging: the council's conspiracy, the betrayal of servants, the torment brought by the evil strings that burned and eroded her... And the shameful and extreme nightmare last night that provided her a fleeting solace in despair — in the dream, it was the owner of this face who forcibly possessed her in an almost rough manner, that experience of being torn and uplifted bizarrely coinciding with the curse's agony in reality!
