I am getting rather tired of repetitive answers. Does no one here know about this ridiculous darkness, aside from that which has obviously been shoved down their throats by someone else?
[...] While I'm asking questions, I suppose this would be much easier than searching on foot. Hansel, are you here?
[Locked to Snow White.]
We've never met, you and I, but your sister mentioned that you might know more about the woman who's behind this darkness.
If you know something that affects your person on the other side of the door, do you tell them? Or do you simply let them sort it out as they would if they'd no one in their mind in possession of York Notes?
[Cramped and tiny writing, as if there is not much room on the paper.] If this is a new way for them to make us believe we are mad while we are in solitary, they will not succeed.