[the mindscape changes. There's still a maelstrom of pain and misery, but there's an actual scene below. It's pretty bleak and sparse, with bare rock everywhere. Leaning against an outcropping, his hand outstretched and telekinetic energy sparking from his fingers to the barrier holding off the pain is Julian, only with his hair shorter and his hands as normal rather than the robotic replacements. He looks up, squinting, and his eyes widen in surprise.]

You came. I thought it'd be Miss Frost.