He nods along to the story, expression shifting to open and thoughtful fascination, brows together. At the end of this, he leans in to steeple his fingers.

"Yes, I follow. This is in line with information provided through the reports of past Sleepers—" Peter's packet, as he's heard it called; and several rambling conversations with Stanford Pines, "—though I'll confess this is an angle I hadn't quite considered. That of young Julia as a storyteller."

As a victim, a divine heir, a chosen one gone wrong. More girl than monster; more pawn than girl.

"I've heard of the dream, and the coma, and the roles of a few individuals now changed: the girl's mother, the town's Mayor, and the woman formerly known as Mother Superior."