[He could have had it all...]

Yeah, I think we'll take that as a sign.

[How is it that the singing voice is so beautiful, so ethereal, but so maddening? Iona's frustrated that she can't confront it, not without getting the bigger picture. Back to where they come from then and the voice becomes fainter and fainter as they go further away.]

I'll seal the mirror in the room. Whoever is down there is gonna have to find another passage.