[ And here comes a more complicated answer, a part of which she struggles. Her hand lifts from her lap to her chest, palm to crystal, and then back down to her lap. ] We are the same. [ It goes deeper, more than the reason she can ever remember. He can enter this place, and she can do the same. They are connected, and there's an innate feeling that they were once one... along with another, but the feeling is too muddled, too ancient, for her to truly parse. It's like her connection to her Artifices, or for Malos' to his myriad Artifices that he has. They're all connected, they're all as one...

Thinking about it causes the energy within her to pulse, mimicking a headache is she thinks too deeply. ] We were both imprinted by humanity, but by different people. But he--

How he felt towards humans...

[ She swallows, then lifts her head. Her tone becomes distant, hollow, as she brings up his words. Her brother had said these, but at one point they had resonated within her, this conclusion. She remembers how she had been when she first awakened: uncaring. ] The divine flame of life is wasted on them, how they wreck our world and each other. They plunge towards oblivion.

[ It's almost chilling how easily she can slip back into saying those words without attachment, without thought. A part of her-- that part that is her brother-- is something she's still connected to, even if she herself sees differently now; thus, she still retains a fragment of this belief. But it is only just. One that her human part of her fights against. ]

He... was right. He wanted to accelerate it-- like finishing off something that suffered. [ And ignoring that they still want to try live. ] I fought him... It felt wrong to fight him. But I did.