[ She doesn't know what it feels like to die. But, Jedao does. And that puts things into perspective.

Once permitted, she passes through the doorway. Stiff shoulders and upright posture, standing tall and stable before Vex, who's fingers - she notes - are quick things, to move from her hair to her bow so swiftly. The bow, which is archaic to Cheris, a simplistic weapon for all of its fine etching. Invariant, though. It'd kill her and Jedao as effectively as a gun, as a knife. ]

I can't imagine how horrifying your memories must be, to affect you like this.

[ Eaten alive. ]

I wanted to, come and tell you that it wasn't your fault. For all it's worth.