[ She lifts her chin, her eyes growing cooler with what he implies. Not a flash of anger, but something dangerous all the same, for there is a suggestion of complacency, layered deep beneath his contemplations. ]

She was offered mercy once, and will receive none now for what she's done. [ Quieter: ] I swore that I would find a way to save her.

[ Grothia. For all that it was told that Grothia was gone, she'd held out hope... but what is there to refute a head? She doesn't fully understand how the BCE functions, how it could revive a person, but if it were possible for their Commander, it would be done.

Silently, she steps closer to him, curling her fingers around his. There's still a distance to her, not because she's upset with him, but because they're not safe. Not here, even surrounded by allies who are in different stages of waking. Where are the Araneans? ]

Fractured memories, as if someone managed to erase anything that mattered.