Author's Note: I don't know how well this will jibe with other fans' perceptions of Yohn. Since she doesn't say anything until the game's end, most of her thoughts and personality are a complete mystery. I'm not sure if even I'm entirely pleased with this take on her, so I'd love to hear other fans' thoughts.
These are her thoughts directly after Walter's death, not at the end of the game.
Vows and Silence
So.
Now you're dead. And you've finally had the chance to be an otherworlder. An alien. And unable to speak. No, you didn't die a precious human.
Now that you're dead, I'm free to hate you. Even though I loved you. Though when you make such horrible mistakes with the ones you love, hate's just another word for what you feel.
Sometimes I believe that.
Of course you loved me once. When it was you and I, and I was frightened and alone, and you were brave enough to take care of me. You said you loved me. I couldn't say that. You swore you loved me, even if I wasn't a human, even if I couldn't speak. You even called me the light of your life. But when my stomach swelled, didn't that perfect light go dim?
You forced yourself to be happy. But you'd given yourself to me. I could see the fear. And weren't you relieved when Kyril was born, and he had a little hairless human body and little human hands?
My precious baby. How I cried when I saw his hands. How I lay awake, wondering how my own child could be so different from me. How no one could imagine that we were mother and son.
And you.
What did you tell me to do?
What did you tell me to do?
"We'll raise him motherless.
"Of course, I could never take him from you, Yohn.
"He's your child too.
"Of course.
"But don't you see how hard it would be for him? If people knew he wasn't..."
Oh yes. Hard for him. You could breed with the otherworld monster in secret, but heaven forbid you have a child with her.
So Kyril's the motherless boy. And I'm his mysterious, mute nanny.
You're dead. I can't tell him the truth. All I can do is shake my head and commune with other monsters. All I can say is what others say.
And maybe you're right, and I shouldn't even try to tell him. In this world, I am a monster. Maybe the truth would hurt too much.
You took my child from me, and kept me on a leash by his side. Love him, but not too much. Because the truth is too much to bear.
I cannot bear the fact that you're dead now.
I'm alone.
No one knows but me.
And I can't tell him.
And if I could...
...I don't know if I would.