-Is unable to hear her or reply-
-Some sort of demon, maybe? It would be quite tall if it weren't sitting, it's got the scales and the tail/horns, and it doesn't appear to be wearing clothes-
-Its face looks calm, staring over its knees, which are pulled up to its chest-
-The stone is worn slightly, and someone tried to vandalise it at some point. It looks like it's been here for a while-
"Wonder what you were...well, now you're just a lawn ornament, aren't you? Man, I've been where you are before...trapped. Helpless. Sealed away, immobile for the rest of time. I really hope you can hear me because I'm doing my best to be completely soul-crushing right now and it'd suck to not have an audience."
-no dice
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-He'd probably be even more devastated and lonely and afraid if he could hear you though and it's the thought that counts-
-There's something there to contact, though she's going to have to do most of the work. There's no brain or magic or weird alien biology in the stone to help things along from his end-
-Latches onto the first stimulus he's had in days like water in a desert-
-Mostly just fear and confusion and relief, he's a bit too frazzled for words at the moment-

That's true, but... maybe I'm just suspicious of anything like that.