[ Quetzalcoatl is quickly starting to realize that there’s something that unifies so many of the Zenites. It’s not really a surprising thing, since if she were to guess what would make a mortal (mostly, anyways) decide that their home is better left in the past, it would have to be stories like the ones she’s heard. Like the one Misa tells her. There’s something painful there in one way or another. Zenites have hope too, she thinks. But it’s just a hope that’s sadder. ]

Sí, that’s a good hope. To tell you the truth, that’s what I always hope for when I’ve made the world!

[ She’ll just casually drop that as if Misa already knows her and knows what she’s talking about, because Quetzalcoatl just honestly forgets at times that she’s not known as widely here. It’s fine, don’t worry about it, etc. But still, her expression softens as she continues. ]

…But I am sorry that you didn’t find justice that first time. [ The fact that Misa doesn’t mention what happened the second time doesn’t go without notice, but she just doesn’t comment on it. ] There are cruel people in the world. I think no matter what, that’s true. People are complicated, always. I don’t think your new world would be able to escape that, you know?