Ren has now gained confidence, she has no problem telling this Spirit off now. She points directly at Caliburn, asserting her dominance. 

REN: You’re late. Didn’t the Competition start yesterday? Why did it take you so long to choose me? Am I not good enough? 

REN: And you will call me Ren.

Caliburn swirls behind Ren, looming over her shoulder, trying to get close. Ren’s eyes focus on the Spirit.

CALIBURN: Understood. Ren, me choosing you could never be a mistake. I can assure you with all that I am that you have power deep inside you. You have drive, passion. 

CALIBURN: I am a perfectionist. My selection of you was… delayed, yes. But that is because I needed to ensure that my chosen Conjurer was perfect. That is exactly what you are, Ren.

CALIBURN: You are a being to be feared. 

Close-up on Ren’s face. She is gazing directly at Caliburn now, its gaze is reflected in her eyes which now depict the Spirit’s trademark swirls.

CALIBURN: I need you, Ren. We need each other. 

CALIBURN: I know what you desire. Power, approval, revenge. 

CALIBURN: The chance to live your life burden-free. You wish to prove to the world of your abilities. 

CALIBURN: Yes, you can make it just fine on your own. You never needed any mortal’s help in anything! Prove it to the world, Ren. Show the world your victory.