Rita glances away. It's a feeling she's all too familiar with; of being changed against one's will, of carrying the essence of something foreign, perhaps even of someone despicable...

She feels a lot less resentful about it these days. Maybe Ignatius will reach that point, too. But she can't expect him to get there instantly, not without a period of turmoil and reflection.

"We shouldn't be a lot of things," she points out. "I shouldn't even be alive, with a heart like this. But when our bodies and souls are changed in seemingly impossible ways... all we can do is own it. We don't let it stop us from being who we are. We make it our own, and we become stronger for it."

Yuya might have a point, though. "...Maybe we could all use a few minutes to prepare," she adds with a small sigh.