The Sentinels shatter me

Eilidh felt lost in a fog, one that she desperately trying to fight her way out of, but failure dogged her footsteps. Waking Eilidh did not know of this attempt at escape, but deep within her mind, the real Eilidh clawed for freedom, for the life she once had. So when he spoke of his worry for her, the tiny version of her true self flickered, and it showed in her gaze. But soon the fog rolled over the tear she had made, and the cold stillness returned.

And again when he spoke of being lost, Eilidh's true self flickered to the life within her breast. We are all lost, Constantine. Without Pappa, we are lost, and I fear we may never find our way again. It was the most she had spoken in some time, but her words held truth within them. She sighed, feeling the mist cloud her mind again, though this time it parted where her true self stood. How are you lost, brother?