[She hears thoughts she's had reflected in his words and his voice, and it's--it's such a relief. Why does it have to be her? Why couldn't it be anyone else? Why can the faeries help themselves? Why does Faerie Britain even need to be saved?

She's had spiteful, petty thoughts. Kaveh is better than that, so his thoughts are earnest and kind, like always. Where are the faeries who have sinned to help her? In a way, she thinks they have. She has rung the bells where each of their corpses have rested. In a way, too, she thinks they shirked their duties to the very end.]

... Don't get the wrong idea! I have friends who have been helping me. Without them, I'd never have made it this far!

[Were they from Faerie Britain? No, of course not. That's the only reason, she thinks, they even wanted to be around her.]

So even if it's unreasonable... that's the way it is.

[She's quiet for a moment, and then she looks at him properly, meets red eyes with green.]

Many of them want that salvation. But they are afraid of it too. So... please don't think of them too harshly.