Lifting her heavy head at last from her hands, Sarah caught her breath to find a curious flower growing up beside her.
That wasn't here before. Sarah mused with furrowed brow.
To her surprise, as she watched the flower opened its petals, almost sighing as its silk folds unfurled. In the center of the flower's bloom, Sarah gasped to find a miniature of the little dancing figurine that used to adorn her old music box. Familiar music filtered faintly through the air.
Tired Sarah couldn't help but smile and rub her forehead in a strange mixture of sadness and joy.
Expression softened momentarily, Sarah let her fingers gently cup the bud as it stood and sang with sweet irony the song of nostalgia's low pining.
"Oh, Jareth…why all of this? Why not simply possess me as you know you can…are you really only made of cruelty?"
Somehow Sarah could not accept that the entire farce was merely an empty ploy. The game stung because it drew blood. The Goblin King pierced her to the core, and she could not help but imagine that his unique power over her stemmed from something equally raw and gripping inside his own soul. Then again, nothing was certain…
Her eyes turned again to the flower.
"You think you are stronger now that you look on as I suffer your absence, but only I know the power you have yet to claim. Only I know the force you wield in my heart of hearts. Play in your castle, make tapestries of your cruelty, some secrets only yield when they are sought."
Perhaps he's afraid that his cruelty is all he can lord over me… her dry mouth curled in half-mad smirk.