The more Pandora played, the more she opened that box, the darker her mood became. The silent voice speaking in her head became more...her. The wailing inside. An echo. An earthquake. It was hard to tell at times where Pandora ended and the voice in the box began. Speak to me. It was getting so bad that when Zoraida summoned her, Pandora simply...didn't answer. I did! You just didn't hear me!