[ That sure is a lot. By the time Kaeya's neared the end of his recounting, she's drained her second mug. It doesn't do much to numb the realization that even the world they're in now could splinter, and the cycle could begin anew. She would have no control over whether or not she's reborn onto a different planet, with nothing more than the clothing on her back –if that.

All she can do is heave out the most tired sigh possible, because what does she even say to the absurdity of it all? Her shoulders slump as she stares into her empty mug before eventually mustering a reply– ]

It doesn't make sense at all, but that doesn't mean I don't believe it happened.

[ She's gotten pretty good at parsing Kaeya's fictional claims from the real ones by now, and for as far-fetched as it all sounds, she can read the faint tension lines in Kaeya's posture and expression. Can pick up his hardened gaze and the way his normally exaggerated gesticulations have sombered. ]

Do you believe this world is also on the brink of the same dispute? Because I didn't come to Highstorm to be conscripted into fighting anyone's wars for them.

[ Not that she'd come up with a plan yet on what she'll do for the long-term. She's mostly been concerned with her immediate needs in terms of finding a bed to sleep on and a steady paycheck. ]