"How far the mighty has fallen "hero". You came at me with a mask of courage but now you’re rotting in my dungeon as the worthless child you truly are. Perhaps that explains the purple unicorn projected by the Door. You fear loneliness and the lack of domination so you act mightier then the common folk when you are nothing more than a child with delusions of grandeur. I would say we’re not so different, but you’re being left in a jail cell fated to die as you’ve feared: A lonely and submissive child with no one to care for her. Now if you excuse me, I hear princesses calling my name."