“To what aim?” Eleanor asked.
“We are dealing with souls, long dead, tortured, and lost,” Clara said. “I want to snap them out of their stupor and encourage them to raise hell.”
“What you want is a distraction,” Eleanor accused.
“That too,” Clara admitted. “If I survive my encounter at The Grand, I intend to use the opportunity to convince them to cross over.”
“I am not meant to interfere.”
“Says who?” Clara asked. “There’s nothing natural about The Grand.”
“The gods, for one,” Eleanor responded.
“Gods should care,” Clara said. “I say it’s our duty to help.”
“Because it’s the right thing to do,” Clara said. “Like we helped that poor girl who was impregnated and then killed by her parish priest to keep it a secret.”
“You mean this diversion is nothing more than a perk?” Eleanor asked.
“I see this as an opportunity to repay the staff for a century of unchecked murder.”
“When would you like the show to begin?” Eleanor asked.