( well that certainly was a thought or feeling rather, that reira could relate to. the once bubbly expression she had soon turned to a curious look as she stared at red. she was a singer back home, a rather popular one and as much as she she enjoyed being useful through that-

she often felt the same way, constantly under supervision and a microscope, performing for the sake of others and not her own. her words moved reira so much, she even reached out to touch her hand gently. )

It's okay...I understand, I'm sure we'll get answers soon-

( but then the next question comes. )

I'm sorry, I don't really know. I just woke up here in a trunk a few hours ago myself. I wish I knew, I was just...trying to make sense of things.