The sound of the boy’s voice confirmed her suspicions. Figures that it would be Albedo. When one’s murder victim was still strolling around after the fact, it would be rather hard to ignore them. And likewise ignore him--her murderer, in a sense.

"If you’re being vocal, then you’re not dead. That‘s obvious," Yomi pointed out, looking over her shoulder. "What’s the problem, afraid you’ve seen a ghost or something? Don’t worry, I’m not a hallucination come to haunt you. I don’t think Landel ever intended to have me die."

Her heart had surely stopped, but maybe that had been enough to appease Landel and the Coliseum's rules. The illusion of death.