He noticed that she was looking for something. Perhaps a way to defend herself? It didn't quite matter to Pyramid Head. It was time. He pointed to the ground where a small note could be seen.
"Clouds flowing over a hill. Sky on a sunny day. Tangerines that are bitter. Lucky four-leaf-clover. Violets in the garden. Dandelions along a path. Unavoidable sleeping time. Liquid flowing from a slashed wrist."