[Kadaj is closer without having seemed to move at all-- but not too close, not yet. Her tone is contemplative, but that doesn't mean she's calm.]

I have no master here. My Mother is my master. "She" is-- only another part, and "She" is still sleeping.

But I do have an enemy-- such as you are. One little piece of a broken whole. Poor, mortal thing.
Yes, I know your name. In this place, it's me who knows you best. Now that you're all alone.

[The distance between them is suddenly shrunk to nothing. The air seems to darken, Kadaj's eyes are bright and very close in the gloom.]

You're mine.