The creature inside Joan uses her mouth to cackle, wet bile and eyes rolled back. Yet the whites of her eyes seem focused entirely on Marcus with unerring clarity. "What-" Joan's body chokes on water- "what, what do you want her for? A sister to replace the family you killed? A little nun for the church that abandoned you? You're as selfish as me."

But her voice is weaker than before. She writhes a little, still thrashing.