[ there's meaning in the vagueness for her, written in her expression. enough that it makes her shut her eyes. perhaps it had been light, within the abyss of meaningless wandering. such a charming thing... and so persistent.

she can't say to understand exactly what he's experienced from that kind of description. but she can feel it, all the same — perhaps only as a projection of her own experience.

softly: ]

... It seems we both have. Yet you have my gratitude for it.

[ she straightens up, opening her eyes after that genuine statement. ]

I can only hope you find your ideal consequence, having found the strength to turn away from that light.