"I thought..." and now her eyes fill with tears, her head tilting back as if that will stop them rolling down her face. "I thought I was saving her. Sending her here to the chapel."

He had asked what she remembered. It was more than just the baby, that hideous little celestial half-breed had been merely a confirmation of what had been creeping into her thoughts along her journey to that point.

"But he was here, waiting for the veil to thin. Oedon."

Oedon. That's the name that has been repeating itself all around them in the darkness, it becomes clear now that Anna has said it aloud. The resonation of it is thunderously black but takes on an approving note. Yes. Yes. Oedon.