Ooooh...maybe it's like a fairy tale, and you need true love's kiss to turn back!

[Of course he wouldn't have a say. That's half the conceit of this train car, to make you something you're not. It's weird how Gloomy seemed to have forgotten who she was, wholesale. Did it depend on how bad you wanted to change, or were they all afflicted at random?

She knew the girl was miserable. Sure. Anyone with eyes (or a nose) could tell that. But to wish the whole world away for such a crappy, half-baked Hollywood fantasy? Come on. That's just pathetic! Besides, what good was this place if Master wasn't here with them?

Though Wheatley predictably fumbles, she doesn't begrudge him the incompetence. She's fucking freezing, and they get upright in the end. She winds an arm around his shoulder and snarls both hands in his shirt. Gotta get these puppies back in working order.]

I tried to kill 'em. What else? [She breaks off in a cackle, but it's too dry to belie real mirth.] Turns out, you can't stab a magic shadow. Who would've thought? But my beautiful scissors are the only weapons I got, and when they won't work...

[She trails off as they hobble forward. Oddly thoughtful for a change.]

I think they were trying to yank me back into that whole delusion.