[Seeing that Mytho... some part of him at least... seemed to falter for a moment... Maybe it meant that there really was a way to reach him after all. Ignoring her slight shaking, she let go of Fakir's shirt and made herself a little more visible slowly.]

I know you're still in there somewhere. I know you're stronger than this. Where's that strong, brave prince that I know and love?

[You know, sibling/friend love...]

You can't let him win.

[It was clear by her shaking that it still getting to her, but she seemed a little more courageous if not by forcing herself to be.]