[ She looks back to him slowly when he takes her hand. Father Fernando was never so soft or earnest, though he comported himself with precise priestly charity. ]

Father Abel... You're very kind. But I wonder if I have a world of my own to worry about anymore. Coming here, I felt... like that might no longer be the case.

[ Starting again in a new world has no appeal to her. But destroying everything is equally unappealing. Just like her name, she's right in the middle, no strong feelings either way.

Before she can dwell more on Abel's vague urgings, the sounds of people entering the shrine echo on down, the cautious clicking of their shoes and heavy gear ruling them out as newly awakened Aions returning for shelter. Gray looks toward the entrance with a spark of alarm, wondering if they might be friends of Abel's. ]