"Oh! Right... you must be very confused right now, wondering who this person is and why she's saying such irrelevant things in a place so dark you can't see your hand in front of your face."
"Ah, I'm very sorry... but without some sound in here, it would definitely feel frightening, wouldn't it? Just like... how I felt when I was first thrown in here."
"That's right. This... is my [field of vision], my [world]."
The darkness before her eyes vanished, replaced by a world filled with purple gears against a golden backdrop. "As you know, for a ridiculous reason, I was made into a prison for [evil thoughts]."
"From then on, for a full fifty thousand years, that darkness was the only thing in my world. Fifty thousand years... can you understand how long that is?"
"I could hear the sounds outside, hear what [I myself] was saying... but all of it was impossibly distant... In their world, time was divided into day and night by a celestial body. But in mine, time was divided only into endless hatred."
"Every day, I longed... longed for new evil thoughts to be exiled here, to where I was. One day, there would be no room left here. The darkness that had been so desperately concealed would be exposed all at once, leading all of us to destruction, and at the same time... granting me release."
That self-description had the unmistakable flavor of a troubled child.
Yes, The Heinous Vill-V... was like a child who had been neglected by herself, grown resentful, and forcibly twisted out of shape...
[Listening to that... she doesn't seem that bad.]
[This feels pretty classic. Like a classic troubled child about to get redeemed.]
[*Don't redeem her! She's the king of poison bugs raised for fifty thousand