He switches to speaking Taldane, Mariona's birth language, against the hope that there is any spark of it or its memory left inside her, to hear him speaking the language she has spoken all her life.
"So wake up."
"Because you don't actually have that dreamworld. You have an alien planet and it does not even help you, it does not bring you pleasure or success, to imagine that you were once from some terribly pleasant place."
"Even on your own terms, you're never going back to dath ilan. You have no tuning fork for its plane. Why go on pretending that it exists? All you have of it is some unformed chaos that an Outer God wove into impossible armor and impossible toys, and supposed knowledge that you cannot test nor confirm. And to accept that dream is to deny everything that reality might have offered you."
"My Merrin might not have thought she had much, but she had more than this, if you can wake up from this dream and let us return home to it. Because it is the nature of this game, I would guess, that we cannot go home until you wake up and face the reality you found unpleasant. It may that the reason I cannot call from the Astral-adjacent planes or get a reply to my Sending is that we are literally trapped inside your delusion. There's magic like that, and when an Outer God imposes it, it may be that I cannot break it with just my own Will save."
"So wake up, Mariona, and return to yourself. By your Law I bid you, wake up, and return to the oaths that you took to defend Golarion against the onslaught of the Worldwound. I call upon your Evil, Mariona, I invoke in you the sin of pride, that not even an Outer God should think that you would prefer clinging to a pleasant memory you can never touch, than to come back to reality and Golarion and attain your full potential there, to return to the ranks of Asmodeus's tyranny and rise there to your proper place, Mariona Durán, priestess of Asmodeus, of Infernal Cheliax, whose soul belongs and will always belong to Hell, in spite of all dreams and lies! That's an order, Mariona, and Hell won't be happy if you disobey it, any more than I will. That's an order, Chosen Durán, and in Asmodeus's name I command you, wake!"
"Wake, you fool, you pathetic incompetent! Wake! Wake up and
MAKE
YOUR
FUCKING
WILL SAVE!"
And from his own head Vicar Esta removes his Wisdom and Splendour headpiece, and puts it upon the head of Mariona Durán.