[ To hear Neuvillette attribute her with his understanding of humanity... to embrace the messy and even theatrics of what life really was. They all had their part to play in life but there's a beauty in the time 'on their stage'. She laments, still, the suffering she went through and vows to never perform again... but.

When he looks at her like this, she feels the spotlight tighten around her. ]

I... I... [ How can she confide in him in what she feels? The burden he holds now are heavy – even if she knows he can handle it. To have a dragon's authority was to have powers exceeding that of an Archon. She cuts into her cake, distracting herself as she always will. ] How can you lay claim to that? I was an Archon to you, to the entire populace of Fontaine. ...I don't know a single thing about being a human.

[ Really! She just eats maraconi and hasn't even experimented with where travels could take her. ]

... Do you think we would have met, if I was a human, Neuvillette? Or even have been friends, all those years ago?

[ Would their roles have allowed that. ]