Part of it was most likely that she'd spoken only a little of the events in Crystallis and Eorzea, and certainly not why Palitutu's betrayal and subsequent use of the Ultima Weapon had hit her so badly. She kept her ears trained on Sephiroth, desperate to stay in the here and now, trusting his words.

Subconsciously, she straightened up, tail lashing out behind her almost like a whip, eyes narrowing. "Making us dance," she murmured, glaring off into the distance. It had made her no happier to hear that kind of thing in the tales of her arcanist companion, and she was barely more ready to take that from family (however distant) than the strangers the Avatars were to her. But the words at least drove her to straighten her spine, set the fire in her gut once more as the rage against being controlled rose to life once more. "Then I do not wish to give them the pleasure."

She nodded, folding her arms as she lifted her gaze to meet Sephiroth's, and cast her mind back to try to recall what she'd heard of the Avatars. "Each of them is an embodiment of some part of the Calamity, correct? Then it would only stand to reason that they would seek to ensure it endures onwards." There was a bitter taste in her mouth at the thought. Perhaps it had been a misstep to think they'd ever had a chance at learning anything from the Sage. Still, that was done, and now she would simply have to deal with the hand they now held. She frowned, eyebrows drawing in. "It sounds harder, put that way," she said. "But- we can't let that stop us. If we do… then we have truly lost."