Monster. You call someone like that a monster.

[Her hand is waiting palm-up when Hierophant gently deposits the little crane into it. She feels like she's standing next to herself in her own body. Wonders where his tentacles are now and reaches out her free hand to try to grasp for them, blindly.]

I know you're dead. I know it wasn't a car accident, either. Someone hit you so hard it went in.

[...]

I don't know how they killed him. The method, I mean.