[Of course, Y'shtola is right about all of it— her freedom has only been recently won, and of course being forced to relive that critical moment in Brinndosi had left its mark on her, made the nightmares that already disrupted her sleep seem to come alive. She nods— it helps, some, to hear someone else say it, to have someone understand how deeply her past effects her despite her wishing that it didn't.]

I... I don't know.

[It's an honest and open admission. She can't quite put a name to it; it's a feeling of dread that hangs over her, some days more than others, but there is one thing that does concern her, and for now she can offer that much.]

Partly, that all of this won't last. And I know we can't expect it to— people come and go, we can't count on this world to keep us. But if I go back— when I go back—

[Her expression darkens slightly, her brows knitting together. She so desperately wants to fight to make her world better than it is, to stop Kefka in his tracks, and yet her memories of what had happened just before she came to Empatheias remain clear.]

We lost, Y'shtola. We couldn't stop Kefka— we were beaten. I worry about what that means for everyone else, but also... as selfish as it feels, I'm afraid of what that means for me.

[She's strong, and she knows it, but there's no denying the fact that he's much stronger.]