[It stings. She won't pretend it doesn't sting, even if she does well to hide little more than the slightest flinch at those words. They feel lost. Innocent, perhaps. It's almost strange to hear such a stabbing statement from someone she consciously knows to be so close to her age.

But more importantly, they're words about her home. Her home.

It stings...]

I understand if that's how you feel, [Yuume manages softly. It would be far ruder to insist it should be liked, even if her heart screams for it. Of course it's not perfect. Can any world be perfect? But...] ...The contrast from what you call your own...it must be unfathomable...

...It's important to recall though perhaps...that what I've described to you is a vast minority, after all. Just like humans...like so many living things, most are invariably good. This, I truly believe, and have seen with my own eyes. As one who studies history, and ancient history at that, I can far from deny that there has never been selfish matters from gods and people alike...

But at least let it be known that for every deity who holes themselves in the Shadow's Realm and bemoans their lost time, there are thousands more who worked tirelessly, even through ages of being unknown, to protect and work with the world of Light. And likewise, countless people working to help in turn, whether aware or otherwise.

[She's silent for a moment. Ultimately however, she sighs again.] ...We should return to our tasks, neh..?

...Someone needs to help this world now, after all.