"I..." Where to start? Being this close to her was confusing. What to say? How to say it? Persephone's head spun with all manner of conflicting thoughts and ideas. "I've dreamt of you, as well," she said, pausing for a moment before continuing. "And of Tristan, and of the others I have met thus far. I don't know how it's possible." And, the truth of the matter was, she wasn't entirely sure. Rhea was the one who knew for certain, and somehow, that justification made it alright in her mind. "I just know that there's something going on here that's bigger than what it might seem on the surface. I think it's real -- it has to be -- I can feel it. I don't know how to explain it -- it goes against everything I was raised to believe in this life, and everything I came to believe as I got older, but this is it." She tucked her hair back behind her ears. She was quiet for a moment. "I'm Persephone." Her wording was deliberate, phrasing purposeful to see what kind of reaction it might cause.