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"Oh," breathed Cybele when she came across the other woman.

She'd been getting close to the house and considering powering down when she'd caught the trail of the Squire's aura and decided to follow it, instead. She found that she was glad that she had. There was something decidedly familiar about her outfit, despite the fact that Cybele was almost certain that she'd never seen her before.

It was more that the design of the embossed roses on her boots and gloves was familiar, or perhaps the ruffles on her skirt. Eventually Cybele looked up to her hairpiece, and she immediately recognized the symbol there.

"Hello," she said, her smile bright. "You're a Ganymede Knight, aren't you?"

She'd heard they were around, but had yet to actually meet one.

The name sounded familiar, but so did a million other things that Cybele could never quite place. Since the Squire didn't seem to recognize her, Cybele did not dwell on that.

There was a fan to admire, after all, and there would be a story to tell when she got home. "I'm Cybele," she said with a smile. When Folkvangr reached out, she offered a firm handshake. That was a practiced motion that had stayed in her muscle memory.

"I actually haven't met many knights at all," she added as she stepped back. Even during her time in the Negaverse, there had only been the one, and that didn't seem worth bringing up.

"I know Ganymede, though." Her smile grew brighter. "She's my sister."

Oh, so that would be why it sounded so familiar.

"So you are the other one. I remember your name now." Her smile before had been the contained, polite type. Now it went much brighter, spreading quickly to her eyes.

"Ganymede saved me, and she took me in. It's more than I could have asked for, honestly." A family was something that had seemed completely out of reach when she'd been alone in her tiny, blank room in Negaspace. "I'm glad you're doing better, now. The Negaverse is oppressive. I finally feel like I can try to build a life, now that I'm away from them."

There was a moment of silence as Cybele paused, almost hesitating, but eventually she asked, "Would that make us family, too?"

She was sure it would, in name, but it turned out the Gallos were a large family group, and she wasn't about to waltz up to anyone and demand they see her as a sister. She could only hope, and right now, with Fólkvangr, she was very much hoping.

"I was almost worried that the purification would heal too many of my memories. I'm not sure that I could handle remembering my parents after being ripped from them like that."

It turned out that purification had taken more memories, rather than restoring any, and while that had challenges of its own, she was managing without having to mourn the past too much.

Right now she was focused on celebrating the present, especially the fact that she did have a family after having thought that it was an impossibility for months.

She was celebrating the fact that this woman who she had so much in common with wanted to be her sister. "I want that too," she said, smile bright. "I'd be honored."

That said, she focused for a moment and her senshi outfit faded into a much more comfortable dress and shoes. "So, hello. I'm your sister Brielle."

Brielle gave a small shrug. "At least I don't really miss the ones I lost when I purified," she said. She didn't think that she'd had much of a civilian life, but even if there had been a few heartwarming moments that she'd forgotten, she didn't feel any pangs of loss for them.

It was worth that sacrifice, anyway, to end up where she was now, with a family.

She took the hand, smile not leaving her face.

"Elodie's a pretty name," she said, then stepped away again. "I was just heading home. Do you want to come?"

It was strange how happy saying that simple sentence could make her.