"Decidedly different than this place," she said softly, the hand not holding the knife reaching out from the other side of Kirika to gently brush over the collarbone, a faint flicking motion like she was casting aside a lint ball. She did take her time with it, though.

"The island tortured us like this place seems to haunt, but not in the same way. Did you mean to send me to eternal torment, I wonder? Did you plan to join me in it one day..."