[When he's back from the vision and the pain that's affiliated with it, Mary's curled downward into herself, head bowed low to the ground and hands covering herself like she's trying to hide. She doesn't look up, but she does answer, her voice soft and barely audible.]

No...no...it was so dark there, too. Dark and empty. So I made it less empty. I filled it with things that I wanted to make me happy.

[But they didn't, not really. Because it was all fake.]

It isn't empty here, even if I hate the dark and the fire.