Roselyn: Raine…
Raine: Woof!
Roselyn: I see you found the sweater I left for you.
Raine: Rose?! But… you're down there! How…?
Roselyn: I'm a little less limited these days.
Raine: What are you? A-are… you even the real Rose? Or are you some kind of…simulacrum?
Roselyn: . . .
Roselyn: I'm afraid… you've never known the real Rose. She essentially died a long time ago.
Roselyn: Trace… The old Trace, that is… he bound my soul to the stones of this manor.
Raine: Trace did this to you?! Why??
Roselyn: He was obsessed with preserving life. But I am ashamed to admit… I volunteered for it. By the end, I… I was just as obsessed with the idea of seeing someone again. I didn't want to die. It felt so… unfair.
Roselyn: I came to regret it. But by then I was stuck with that decision. Years alone in an empty house, just… waiting. …So now you know. I'm sure I must scare you. I'm so sorry. I knew once you found out, you wouldn't—
Roselyn: Woof!
Raine: Rose!
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