Mm. [Nona is thoughtful, her eyes are heavy.] That's what everyone says. They want me to win the war against the Necromancers for them.

I don't feel powerful most of the time.

[She's not sure she wants to.

She tilts her head at Waltaquin, closing her eyes and humming in consideration. It's a paradoxical set of values, and it's one that Nona understands better than she thinks Waltaquin expects.]

I don't know what happened to my friends. I won't know, because I'll never see them again. Sometimes I can close my eyes and pretend they're fine but... [She doesn't think they are.] ...I like the people here. I like the ocean. I like that I was able to be me fully, with no expectations for who I was before that.

I think I just want to go home. Wherever it is.

Can I ask you a favor?