Gloria

He regards you, no expression marring the symmetry of his face. Any smile is lost to the violant. "If you mean to free us, I have the gift to open this place. But the rule of Piranesi is in effect, enforced in edicts of violant. To leave this prison, one must be different fundamentally from their entry. I must change – which I cannot do willingly, or else remain a prisoner."

His eyes are like twin rubies, gleaming through the seeping colour. "I am chained here by myself. What I am is bound here in violant: the very core of me. But I can be changed." His gaze encompasses the three of you, so much smaller than he. "If enough of what I am is changed, I must therefore be changed. And thus can escape." His smile is bright and hard as diamond. "And then shall Zenith quake."