[The unnatural slit of his pupils troubles her to stare at for too long, the mako glow of his eyes boring holes into her. Listlessly, she continues to twirl the feather, and something like grief crosses over the soft placidness of her face.

Were it not for the berries, the unusual and heady scent of them, she might hold her tongue. But even without this, it has never settled easily with her, to keep secrets of this magnitude. It has always been a burden. Being thrown, unbidden, into this world didn't change that.]

I know all of it. Some of the dangers, the Planet told me. And some I saw for myself. [And still others were enacted upon her.] You — that version of you — razed the village of Nibelheim, and when you came back, you wanted to destroy everything. The entire Planet. You almost did, too.

... Why do you want to know this? [this is said all of a sudden, harried and frustrated.] It's a terrible story.