Six knows, logically, that it's not truly Sarenrae. It's not the same God that she had known at home, not the being that had guided and supported her for years, but it is a mirror image, a reflection, nothing more than that. There is no doubt in her mind that this spirit is doing something good and that is what makes her feel better; it makes her feel as though she can have faith in this spirit rather than deny it as one of the ghosts milling around the Gallows.

It is Faith, similar to the one she had seen of Christine's, who had defended her from despair. Six holds her had up and does not let herself feel any shame because there is none to be given. Perhaps she should cast down the false image of her God, but she thinks that Sarenrae would understand. She would recognise what is being done here.

"I fit well at hers," Six corrects gently, shaking her head. "Sarenrae is a bright light, the holy fire, and she seeks redemption for anyone that is willing to accept her hand. If not then they are given her judgement." Turning her head, she follows Myr's gaze, frowning sharply and stepping forward, armour clinking.

"They will not harm you." She moves forward, lifting her blade, and Sarenrae comes to her side, wings aloft. "Do not let them sink into your mind. I am here and I will protect you."