"Alright..." She answers softly, tilting her head and watching him. She knows why, of course, the belief that fuels them now, keeps them tied to what they always have been. It's hard to accept she might not be her, but an echo of her, it's hard to understand, but she does know that belief makes her new life possible.
"Sometimes.. things change though. Like my friend being alive again... like us being here.. rather than where we are from."
Her hands lift, framing for a moment the air, the darkness of the room.
"I wonder.. what effect pantheons that should never have met have upon each other.. who is Mani to me, if I am a goddess of the dark moon." The dark moon, the new moon, when one cannot see it's silvery glow.