[ Her eyes raise up to his own at that touch, her hands loosening on one another and she offers a small appreciative smile to him. She understands what he's trying to do. The very fact he's sharing all of this is also something she appreciates. He's doing his best and that's all she can ask for. Her shoulders slump a little with thought and she glances down again with a softer sigh. ]

I see.. [ That she can see clearly. But it doesn't exactly explain it all completely. If anything, she has a lot of questions, but she supposes that's the best kind of reaction one could have. Heavens above.. how much has she been in the dark? How much has she looked away from? It's a very troubling thought.

And yet.. there's a gentle shake of her head. ] Despite that being the case, it is not the Mikleo I remember. [ Not of her memories here. Any others.. she has yet to see. Yet, one thing she does know. ] Even so.. no matter how he changes, he is still Mikleo. [ He is still her Mikleo, her son. ]

You know that too, don't you Sorey? [ If anyone would, it would be him. ]