She slides in and out of insanity. The dementors come; her world is shaken. Nothing but fear. Hopelessness. No reason...
No. There is reason. Reason for everything. It will all make sense when the Dark Lord returns...
If he ever returns. She'd been waiting for years. Rumor had it that her Dark Lord was dead.
But that can't be! The Dark Lord is immortal...
Doesn't seem very alive any more.
Just go away! I have nothing for you! She's desperate it leaves now... leaves her to the peace of rotting away in this godforsaken cell...
And when it's taken everything she has, the dementor will leave. It will leave to patrol the corridors again, waiting for her to build up hope, so it can return again to feast.
But she'll never stop believing in the Dark Lord. He's all she has left.
