"I observe this universe in its complexity," she answers curtly, "and I search my place in it. I am not human, nor will I be ever, but I am not what I once was. If there was an intention in sending me here, it has not revealed itself."

The concept of walls is the current ideology Illyria struggles most with. They exist everywhere and not all can be so easily torn away. She is walled into a universe, walled onto an island, walled into a bookshop, walled into her shell. Seemingly endless layers of walls upon walls. They are insurmountable to her, and she cannot bear it. She does not understand how the principality is able to exist in such relative contentment within its confined spaces, untroubled by the restrictions to its being.