[She barely hears the child over the noise in her head. Voices, pleading, begging, shrieking voices, drowning out all her thoughts.]

I... I hear them... sings me to them... takes me to the light!

[She doesn't even notice that she dips into her old dialect at first.]

NO!

[Viktoria lurches forward, half to try and stop the child and half because she can't seem to control her own feet anymore. She reaches out in one last attempt to stop Crona if she can.]