[a moment of low volume, some muttering before it gradually becomes audible.]

'Your kind'? Isn't that a bit harsh?

I don't care about the water, the dolphins, the library or where to go play board games. All I care about is where the food is. I'm starving.

Then I want a few words with this 'Sentience'.

[Naminé has been drawing for the past hour in the library, seated at a table and somewhat surrounded by books to keep most people from seeing what she's doing. To the standard passerby, she's drawing several sketches of the people in Marina. Some end up crumpled in a ball and put to the side, and others are torn out, but she's mostly working on one of a very particular person; silver for hair and sea-green for eyes are the only colors used so far.

But then she sits back and sighs.]

I don't understand.

[She curls herself into the chair, holding one of her knees.] These aren't theirs.