[An observation that inspires a lot of odd feelings in Calliope—both good and bad. Had she a choice, she never would have shown her face to anyone, but both her brother and the prison itself forced the point over and over.]
[It is suddenly impossible to look at Aradia, so Calliope settles on looking at the table.]
That is true.
Like how your fellows interacted with the heroes of Breath and Light and Time and Space, I was able to cross the universal boundary to speak with my friends. But it did not mean I could reach anyone and everyone.