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Airi had been looking before, for other lost Fa'e? And she'd found one, too, an ocean away from where Zaoll had been... "That was not very intelligent," said she, tapping her fingertips of one hand against the side of her head. "Perhaps I was not in danger then, but you were? That would explain it, eh..."

She shrugged. Airi had rendered her a great service. Admittedly, one that she would not have needed nor asked for otherwise, but there was no point in questioning things now. What was done was done. "Do you ever miss Earth?"

She would not doubt, yet still she had to. If everyone not on Gaia was in danger, why had Airi - or an agent of hers - found her? Or... she shuddered to think of him in her worry, but why not Astor, either? "My Guardian and I traveled often," said Zaoll after a moment, "This is why." It had to be why.

Yes, she supposed it would be better to never again have to hide inside the house, but... "I miss Rome," she said after a moment. "There is very little stone here. It is.. uncomfortable." After this admission - seemingly small, but for Zaoll letting go of anything relating to her own feelings was difficult - she made a gesture as if to ward off evil.

Well, he didn't look like he was ready to leave, so it might be good to ask another question: "Who were the other Fa'e in my dream? The purple genie, the one with the orbs, and the angry black one?"

"It is a sign to ward off evil," said Zaoll, wondering if that was the reason behind the odd look she was receiving. She made it once more, obviously this time; just her index fingers crossed, forming the shape of a cross.

She listened attentively to him, and then nodded. "You don't like Astaroth?"

"Un demone e un angelo," she mused, because it made an absurd amount of sense. Then she sighed and shrugged. She would make decisions based on people, not on their species, but she had to wonder if it would be possible to be friendly towards and angel and a demon at the same time. Well - best not to rock that boat now. "Eh," she said, "I cannot relate, but I understand."

Or she thought she did. Maybe she did. Zaoll didn't want to fuss over that, either.

Ah... All right, Zaoll thought, she could keep track of something like that. She did wonder, though, how you knew how alike your past life you were. Did you ever really find out?

"Just one more question," said Zaoll, "how do you know who you were?" Because as far as she knew, she was just a statue brought to life.

Damn. All signs pointed to this Fa'e thing not exactly being the safest, steadiest sort of life. She shook her head to herself, then looked back to Mikhail. "Grazie," she said, bowing her head as one did to an elder, but only reluctantly. Offering honor to others always been reluctant; she felt like it should be the other way around, most times, but. Mikhail had rendered her two great services - answering the call of her dream without holding it against her, and then telling her more about her... heritage, for lack of a better word. "Did you come to look for something?"

She was rather tired, and her quiet voice was turning very hoarse very quickly. Zaoll usually didn't talk this much in a month, let alone a few minutes.