There's a short moment of silence before something bony shoots out of the wall and lops the head off of one of Puppen's dolls. It seems to try and go for Puppen herself, but it twitches violently before retracting into the wall. Puppen herself feels as though this is due to Stranger. Abarim doesn't find any real exits that don't just lead further into the creature, which appears to be expanding.
The creature appears unable to adapt to Secundus' poison, and so it opts to simply grow out towards him at an obscene rate. Marked Wing seemingly paralyses a large section of the creature, but it continues to grow underneath the paralysed portions. He also finds that all but the smallest clusters can no longer be forcefully moved more than a few meters at a time, although the ones that can be drawn in are rapidly destroyed and Samson's blasts reach deep into the creature.
Meretrix feels the presense of the mind she is controlling disappear, seemingly killed by something. She finds a major mind nearby, but she finds controlling it to be far more difficult than before. Sieg's Eye of Horus finds no real weakpoints, instead that the creature is vastly and exponentially increasing in power.
Yuna sees a beam of pure heat and light shoot through the ceiling and down into the floor, scorching the air around her and the flesh of the walls themselves, although it barely harms her even as the air in her lungs violently combusts. The hole created slowly starts closing, but she would have more than enough time to leave through it if she wanted to.
"I honestly don't know why I look like this to be frank with you. As for why I'm here, answering that is both not important and would ruin the fun. Other Personal Realities have similar, repressed regions, indicative of the parts of people that they don't want to face and pretend don't exist. However, without those portions, you are incomplete. Now, what is it you regret the most?"
"Getting right to the point I see, Silas. I like that. Anyways, to answer your question, you have to face yourself. Every person, and by proxy their Personal Realities, have things that they repress and pretend don't exist. Without those things, though, you are no more complete than a table without legs. Now, what is it you regret the most?"
For Silas and Solomon, the corpses' last sentence feels far louder than before, although it's hard to tell if he was actually raising his voice or not.