[She smiles a little knowingly at the immediate mention of Vergilius. Of course he'd been the first to tell her about it, and the use of technology that surpasses even magic by the corporations.] He also seems to think I'd be eradicated on sight, for some reason.

[Of course Waltaquin allows him to hold her hand, wearing neither her gloves nor her gauntlets this late at night.

She perhaps mistakes his final anecdote for a sign that they're on the same page with regards to charity, but beyond that -]

Wasn't it also your parting gift to her? Knowing that she won't be able to walk the same path as you. You may not be able to accept what she became, but that's what you could give to her.