Blackwater Islands gave myself in that misty light

She seemed to be distraught and spiraling in a trap that was within her own mind. It wasn't as easy as simply knowing that, though. Whatever she heard, she wasn't choosing to, but she could learn to filter it out. Bridget didn't have a lot of experience with this sort of ailment, but she had some.

Then you don't need to. They don't get to choose. You do. Whatever gods might be speaking to her, but they clearly had no sway in her body or the choices she made. They have as much power as you give them. What did they want from her? She hadn't said, and Bridget didn't bother asking again.

What would they do, if you told them they were nothing? If the voices were kind, she might take a lighter approach, but these were clearly not. The best option seemed to be to invalidate them and to therefore, maybe, convince Maegi's subconscious that the statement was true.