[ Sherlock listens, though his violin changes to a faster tune. He'll wave off any attention to it, but the increased pace is to help mask her voice when revealing more personal details. He slows as she finishes, back to that calmer, steady tune. ]

The Abyss seemed to be a demon of itself, to say little of what lived within it. I could make only as far as the fourth level before I had to return.

[ His body had really started to suffer under that extra strain. Sherlock can see how it could also overwhelm the seals on Miriam's body. ]

You had a plan to keep the demons within the crystals, but you did not have one for if that containment broke.

[ And that is a gap in Miriam's contingency plan. ]

I have thought of what might be done for myself should I lose control. I value the safety of those around me over my life, and I would welcome being sent to my death. I carry no illusion that it would be physically easy for someone to carry out, but I fear too many would let their feelings interfere.