She's fighting, she's living, her blood is pounding and the scenery's on fire and she inhales, breathes-
And then there is nothing.
The Judge
Murloc
"The court is now in session, on the matter of in re Hallana Ysmir. Advocates have been briefed on the decedent's life and actions. "
The judge 'turns,' as much as such an action could be said to exist here.
"Do you know where you are?"
Hallana
Dragonborn
Murloc
"I have absolutely no idea."
The Judge
Murloc
"You are in the Boneyard, in the courts of Pharasma, at a trial to decide your afterlife placement. Does it sound to you like I am speaking in a language you understand, using words you are familiar with, at a speed you can follow?"
Hallana
Dragonborn
Murloc
This gives her more questions, but-
"Yes."
The Judge
Murloc
"Do you understand that you had, while alive, the capacity to take actions, and that those actions had effects on the world and on other people?"
"...Yes?"
Axis
Murloc
"Then the court is in session."
"Do we have jurisdiction, or any claim on it? The petitioner isn't from Pharasma's creation, and her soul is directly owned by several parties."
The Judge
Murloc
“That is the reason we were given jurisdiction, actually. The assorted soul-owning parties agreed on this as a compromise situation.”