Again, the feeling of the rough blankets against her skin started to wake up her, and a subtle mechanic sound that she could detect so closely to her face caught her attention making her comeback to her senses.

She opened her eyes slowly, moving her head to her sides and whining at the stinging pain on the back of her head. Her moves were groggy and even though a sense of familiarity come to her mind like a sudden realization when she brought her hand to her forehead, recognizing the texture of the gauze covering the contour of her head. A slight movement above her followed by shy tiny sound like and elusive question caught again all her attention at once, making her react at the strange device floating over her face, examining her with curiously with its sole light-blue bright eye.

With fear, she startled abruptly on the cot, chasing away the tiny device and realizing at the very moment that she wasn't alone, and she was being watched now not only by one but three spectators.

There was a worried silence as she scanned the place, and the presence of those two aside of the woman unleashed a terrible fear that she hadn't any intention to hide it. Again, she felt cornered.

"She is awake!" She heard. There was an eager female voice coming out from the device, addressing to its companion with excited movements as it approached to its owner. She recognized it, and all her body shivered with an utter sullied sensation.

"Yeah, Yeah… we've noticed that, lil' bud. Come, come over here…" She heard it say.

This individual named Cayde was sitting on the exact opposite side of the tent and waved at the small floating thing shaking its head with awkwardness.

She didn't lose any special attention on it before returning to look trembling at Carina that was on the other side of the operation table, restless and with both hands on it; her face seemed to reflect hers as she try to fake a light smile on her features, just pretending to hide something that it was obvious; and finally, the man named Andal, motionless and severe, exactly in the same place where he had introduced himself the first time; arms crossed and expressive black eyes surveying her reactions.

As far as she could see, both humans with their faces full of urgency and obvious uneasiness for the past situation, and discomfort on the features of that individual, each time that the bright of its artificial eyes crossed with hers.

She hid again behind the heavy wool blanket whilst scrutinize each of them with deep fear, and silence made it difficult to coexist in the place because of the edgy situation.

Then, taking courage, Carina spoke first.

"I'm so sorry for not having handled the situation with more caution, dear. We… didn't want to fright you." She said, shifting in place and gesturing with both hands an explanation. "You went through a delicate situation, and we thought that the best thing we could do for you was preserve your mental integrity from keeping you out for... surprises." Her voice slid softly in the silence, at the same time, her tired expression drew a painful smile on her lips. The girl's distrust gave her little to none confidence that with those few explanations something wouldn't change, and with reluctance she was force keep explaining. "You suffered a considerable traumatism, and because of that, a memory loss that we don't know if it'll be permanent or is just because of the big trauma you had to deal with. You came here in a terrible state and made a completely mess-"

"What happened?"

The tone of her deep voice vibrated with loud discord in the place. Her eyes were filled with tears, but it made little to prevented her from demanding the harshness of reality.

Carina looked uncertainly at both Andal and that individual, and before she could explain further while clearing her throat, Andal answered for her.

"The settlement you were was attacked." His low voice rumbled in the tent, and the huge expressive black eyes accompanied his severe expression, darkening his features. "Few survived, some died on the way to this place. It was a massacre."

She gasped an exhalation of horror, and tears started to roll down her cheeks. She looked at them pleading further explanation.

"How-?!"

"Fallen." A synthetic voice replied.

That Cayde individual interrupted with almost the same serious tone as that man Andal, standing up and narrowing the distance between Carina and where it had been sitting a few steps behind, placing next to Doctor with crossed arms like if it that would gave it the courage to get into the talking.

Carina only looked at him once, concerned on how the conversation would develop if the topic distressed the girl way more than she could bear; all she could hope from this moment forward was that this whole thing don't end up bringing the poor thing more pain.

"The settlement was very close to their territory, and they took it as a taunt. They huh..." He hesitated, fidgeting again uncomfortably in his place, trying to hold her gaze as he perceived how apprehensive she was at him before averting his sight.

When it raised its eyes again, first looking at Andal and then to her, she could almost sense worry on its expression and in its bright blue eyes before to even address to her again. It was almost the same as the woman did the first time she woke up and assisted her, but at the same time, different. There were worry on them, but also, uneasiness, not for her. For this.

"They hunt at night," it finally said with gravity on its voice while trying to keep its composure. "We discovered'em when they were already there."

She felt the cold run all over her body and making her curl deeper into cot, trembling, starting to despair whilst trying to remember those details and collecting her thoughts, all the muscles on her back tensed as the heavy realization smacked her body without any possible answer, because any of what it was been saying make sense to her, even if she made a hard try for get any little hint to certify those words. None of that make sense, and also, nothing was familiar to her.

"I found you in the middle of an abandoned mine with a Captain on your heels," it interrupted again, driving her attention back. "I can tell you're lucky, kid-! I mean- that I got there in time..."

She perceived what it seemed to be the expressions of this individual an effort to treat the situation with some sort of lightness after being aware that the cruelest reality was beginning to cling into her, causing her to despair. And even though its presence was only proving to be more frightful than reassuring, doing the act of speaking to her terrifying, this being seemed to try even harder to keep into the talk. And the more it tried to keep talking to her, the more she felt this uneasiness in every manner it expressed to her.

In the back of her mind then, something told her that this sensation was different as the talk keep going, being perceived then for her as somewhat like forlorn.

"Cayde brought you here unconscious with a terrible wound in your head," Carina then said. "You actually are really lucky. If you had a contusion or if it'd been worse, we wouldn't have been able to do much."

The woman's voice sounded eerie, but the way she doubted to talk about the whole case only caused her more distrust over the events that brought her to that place.

She looked at them again, feeling all the muscles in her face hardened with grief, and finally a rush of fearful anguish burst from her as her eyes filled with tears.

"How did you find me? How bad was I?" She demanded in a tense tone.

There was a silence.

She saw Andal barely turn to look the individual next to Carina, making a statement with just that gesture, and it was read for her with any doubt of its intention: it was that same look with which they had looked at her from the very first moment she woke up, and it was palpable for her that they were still trying to hide something.

The silence turned difficult, and she saw Carina fidget, doing an effort to be subtle about it.

But against all better judgment, at the end, someone talked.

"I found you terrified, in shock, covered from head to toe in mud and blood."

Cayde spoke gravely, surprising those beside him.

He saw the girl paralyzed and stared at him with a sharp but shaken look; he could see though, despite the distance between them, how that turmoil of thoughts and emotions began to be reflected in her gestures, in her features, in how those eyes seemed to tremble while processing information that seemed to be unknown for her, to be unreal. For memories she appeared to not have and the desperation before the need to have them. He knew about that quite well.

Carina, unsettled, was about to open her mouth to reproach him a reckless decision, but before she could tell anything, he hurried ahead.

"I'm not gonna to lie to her." He excused himself, giving her a meaningful look.

Andal just exhaled resignedly while an imaginary weight overcame his shoulders, swallowing and removing the jaw at the sudden situation. Carina finally said nothing and stood like if something was implicit in that reply. She worried about the young woman, distressed in how all this could work from now on with her.

And what it was for the girl, not recalling anything of what had been mentioned, stifled a helpless cry while curl herself, bringing her legs to her body to hide herself away of the world.

The three of them look at each other with disquiet and sadness before the situation, hearing the sobs and cry of the helpless girl filling the place. Then Andal, trying to help her out slid a comment with a serious but sad tone.

"Do you remember your name?"

"No...!" She was broken, hiding her face between the hollow of her knees and arms, and her trembling voice was muffled and mingled with sobs.

There was another silence as she heard the woman's footsteps approaching towards the cot, sitting slowly next to her and making her just startle a little and slightly look up her, still distrustful as the woman only returned a sad expression to her. She let her touch her arm, and her small hand slid a subtle squeeze in solace.

"Parents? Siblings?" Insisted the man.

"I don't remember A THING!" She roared finally in anguish, interrupting him and raising her flushed face with tears running down her cheeks and shaking her wavy large brown hair from the sudden reaction of exasperation.

"What about her scars?" it was heard unexpectedly.

Another mechanical voice made an appearance, female and more solemn than that individual voice or its little companion, and with more urgency and eloquence in its manners. She noticed another device in deep blue and black colors appearing with a fast beam of light above Andal's head, floating and moving its mechanical blades while articulating and looking at who seemed to be its owner with inquiry. It advanced with probing movements towards the girl, who disturbed by this new intrusion and the reveal of Andal's true nature too, became more impatient.

"Maybe they can reveal details of her identity." It suggested at the end.

"It won't!" Cayde interrupted as both his companions stared at him with perplexity. His response was so tacit that it surprised them, even himself. "I mean- well- maybe it's not a good time, doesn't it?" He instantly resisted, shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe she does really need to rest to think about all of this, and we just making her feel even worse if we keep push it. I'm just- I'm just sayin'."

Carina contemplated this, turning her gaze to the girl who still felt the threat of both subjects in that place, even more with the appearance of their companions. It was a relief that that suggestion put the end to the conversation for once and she was grateful, at last, for that act of good sense by the man who was about to shout in anger moments ago for his hotheaded reaction.

She looked at him again for a few seconds and could notice his very well-hidden concern about why keep talking would be an awful mistake. She understood then why.

"That's true," Carina finally said with a thoughtful voice, turning her attention to the girl again. "She needs to rest." She added giving her a patient loving gesture and rousing up to leave.

The tension was beginning to fade away while, still with tears in her eyes, she noticed that the three of them attempted to leave the place with slow deliberation, absorbed in their thoughts and ready to leave her alone to rest. She looked at them, and a sudden instinctive sensation made her stomach turn with a full awareness of how vulnerable she feel and how abandoned she was.

From a second to another, the tent became huge, and every corner of it, a hole where something terrible could appear and murder her.

"Wait!" She cried.

The three turned around halfway, surprised.

She straightened on the cot anxiously and her voice was an anguished plea. "I don't want to be alone! Please, can someone stay with me!"

They looked at each other, confused, and then, surprising everyone on the room, one of the small mechanical beings came out floating cautiously towards the girl.

She recognized it immediately: red and white with some golden ornaments; It had been above her head when she woke up, curious and intrigued of her.

Distrustful, she leaned back without losing sight of this little one, observing the other three with fright.

The device turned to its owner in an inquiring tone, who, astonished, gave an alarming look to those who accompanied him.

"Oh no. No, no. No, No! No-way! She can't stay! I can't stay!" Cayde reacted in bafflement.

Carina exhaled uneasily and turned to Andal with the same perplexed expression, and then, finally, raising her thin eyebrows, force a grimace on her face. "I'll be back in an hour, I must check the supplies and the rest of the injured." She said to both men, taking courage and looking one last time at the confused girl with a gentle smile before left.

The two of them watched her go, and then exchanged perplexed looks. Andal began to shift thoughtful in his place and Cayde gestured with his finger as an ultimatum with a tense voice.

"Andal. Don't-"

"Sorry, pal! You seem the most capable to do this and, for the record, you were the one who brought her here so... Be right back!"

With lightness, and a sort of complicity, Andal sketched a quick smile. His eyes sparkling and a reaffirming pat on Cayde's left arm and a wink, he left him walking away at a quick pace.

He stood for brief seconds, and even stepped out to verify, in disbelieve, that in a second both Andal and Carina had vanished, disguised in the movement of the outside. He dropped his arms in a resigned tone mumbling annoyed something to himself, and with some trepidation, dared to return his attention to the girl.

Motionless, the only movement that was visible was her breathing that made it clear that maybe it wasn't how she expected the events to unfold. She was nervous and alert to the most inappropriate of his movements. Fierce and cornered, he realized, it isn't the best combination for someone who doesn't hesitate with a scalpel.

His little companion turned to him moving all her blades with eagerness, and then turned to the girl, always keeping certain distance to not fright her.

Cayde shook his head in total disapproval, looking at his ghost and then rambling several times in his place while still mumbling, hands on his waist and head bowed in defeat. "Why are you like this? I mean, you have any consideration of your well-being, or just enjoy make me feel nervous of being killed?" He reproached her in a whisper.

On her knees on the cot, she didn't look away from both, not even feeling the mechanical action of her own eyelids as she verify every bit of space they handled, expecting this individual it didn't dare to approach by any means to her. But when the small device took the initiative to float a little more towards her with curious, hesitating and always aware of the tiniest of her reactions, she barely threw her body back starting to fright. Her attention, as a few moments ago, came and went between the two figures, with special attention to that… guy.

When it started walking, she completely forgot the small figure floating above the steel table. She watched as she heard its boots against to the floor, until it reached the stool where Andal had been sitting minutes ago.

She hesitated, making herself backwards with her face tense and her gaze fixed on it.

"I'm going to sit here. Just… sit here and try to not even disturb you, and that's all. OK?" He said with indulgence as he slowly finished to sit down. The elbows on the knees and a distracted look, trying to avoid eye contact with her. He looked at every corner to relieve tension, knowing very well that those sharp eyes won't miss anything.

When he finally dared to look up trying to hold her gaze, he discovered that she had her all attention fixed on his figure. She was motionless, and he could notice that every muscle in her lean body was tense. He shifted in his sit, debating whether if speak could work, or made everything even worse.

"So huh, how 'bout a little nap? I know could be kind of difficult considering there's a lotta things you need to think 'bout, but... nothing that a good nap can't fix-! I mean, not exactly as it was before; perhaps, without the need of sedatives, as much as possible-" He shut his mouth, being aware of what he just said, vocal module blinking, betraying that he muttered angrily something to himself. "Forget that. It wasn't a good thing to say." He added with some awkwardness. His way of managing this, casual and carefree, didn't seem to have the effect that he expected to have. The girl was still there, tense and wary.

He lowered again his gaze, and nervously played with his gloves, adjusting them from the wrists, trying to distract himself. This wasn't going to work while she was still feeling menaced of his presence, even more if he treated her like a broken thing or like a helpless child. He needed to be a reassurance, he needed to try harder, earn her trust. He needed prove her wrong.

When he looked up again, this time he didn't hesitated. "Look, it's clear to me that you don't remember any of it, but I told you this before: it's not nice to stare at people like that."

She blinked, frowning slightly. She could see the glare of those eyes looking at her, but also, a sense of defiance on them, feeling though, ridiculous at the thought that there was even certain indignation in the mechanical face of this hooded guy in worn dark-gray cape.

They spent a few seconds in silence, just looking at each other, studying the mere presence of the other.

And then, to his surprise, he heard a disguised sigh escaping from the girl, and he could even perceive that her body relaxed a bit, at least.

Carefully, he straightened on the bench averting his eyes to the floor to break tension as he searched for the right words while leaving his arms laze in his lap. And he thought that maybe this was finally working.

"So, uhmm ... How's your head? Still hurts?" Curious and insecure, he made a gesture with his hand, waving at her and then gesturing on the back of his own head. "You hit me like really hard! If I'd been flesh and bones, I'd have had my beautiful face with a broken nose."

It surprised him first, but he would've sworn see her remove her lips doing an effort to not to give in a smile.

He took that as a victory, and shifted again in the stool, anxious. He resumed the conversation trying to keep the same attitude.

"Yeah, I have a face! And just for you to know that, behind all this metal lies a beautiful face. You're ruthless, girl! I can give you that. You don't hesitate. You have guts to-!"

"What are you?" She asked abruptly. Her deep voice sounding tense. The remnants of her distress, even there, latent.

Cayde faltered. He leaned back with surprise, and then shook his shoulders with his eyes down before looking back at her again. He knew this could eventually came up.

"I'm an EXO. A sort of… 'machine' as far as you can see, but it's way more complicated than that, and… long to explain. It could be sum up that I am 'like' a machine, but, in fact, I'm human…" His gestures sought the easiest way to respond, and his voice seemed hesitant at moments.

"What are you, exactly?"

He was now uncertain. The hard expression on the girl's face in which gravity and fear mixed, waiting for an answer to know how to react at the next thing he could said, didn't gave him the assurance that this was going in the way that he was expecting to unfold. There was another thing that was being judged in this conversation, apart from his looks. What it really scared her.

He shrugged, shaking his hooded head and then looked up at her, deference in his voice module as he answered her inquiry.

"People call us Risen. One day we were dead, and the other, we don't. We don't remember anything of our previous life," He turned his attention to the small device, exchanging attention to him and to her with all the attention in their interacting. "They found us: The Ghosts. We can hear them before the Light reach us out, and then, in a moment... Here we are." He resumed gesturing with his arms trying not to lose the light tone of the conversation.

"They... find you?" She questioned, suspicious.

"They choose us" He marked.

She noted the module of its voice affirm with the same bright intensity as its tone seek to claim, serious and firm.

Something in the way she was talking dislodged him. And the second genuine reaction he achieved, to his dismay, was a scorn.

"As if was an honor..." The poison in her voice made him uneasy, leaving him tense in that stool, "and a right, to believe themselves worthy of being above everything or everyone."

"What-?"

"I've heard stories about creatures like you, and unfortunately, I do remember that! Your kind enslave people or kill them at the slightest resistance! They don't even think it twice! Your kind just want power over those are powerless!" She accused, trembling in rage.

"Wait! What are you talking about-?!" The indignation became noticeable while he was gesturing in bewilderment.

"You know what I'm talking about! You are like those!" She raised her strong voice, her almond-shaped eyes watery and irritated, hidden behind his furious brows.

"Sweetheart, you have no idea what you're saying..."

"Of course I am! You're lying!"

"OK, so first of all, you're not being nice!" He stood up abruptly making the stool squeak, offended and with both hands in an exasperated gesture that made the girl, once again, startle scared in an intent to escape, one foot out of bed and all her body language prepared to make her way fighting in any way possible. He regretted his impulsive reaction first, but then he realized that he could not let this pass. Like he said to himself before: he needed to prove her wrong. "Second! I thought you were the one who needed someone to stay here just because you were scared!" He changed the tone of his voice, between seriousness, indignation and childishness as if it request was a joke, but to trying to make a point.

Then, hesitating a few moments before continuing, he waved an accusing finger at her. "And third …! I can see you've cold… so huh, because of your poor health condition, go back to bed now, stop behaving like a brat -because you are not-, close your eyes, and fall asleep, missy!"

Puzzled and upset, she didn't understand what it was talking, and restless, she blinked nervous while trying to read its reactions.

"I mean, seriously... cover yourself. It's… uncomfortable to keep talking like this." He finally said embarrassed and gesturing lightly at her, hesitating to keep looking.

When she ended up noticing this at the cold feel of her exposed legs, immediately her whole face burned with the heat of shame becoming aware of how exposed she was. She hid quickly and nervous under the safety of the blankets, first embarrassed and then returning an angry expression at this guy, not knowing what to yell about to it.

He looked once fidgeting in place before to sit again, doubting in how could possibly fix this misinterpretation as he lowered his head understanding that this situation and what he said about it was humiliating for her. And finally, hesitating again, he took courage to look up again just to find that she was on the cot again, under the blanket and piercing him with eyes full of absolute contempt, and the feeling that, again, he had to win back that bit of trust he had achieved a few but distant minutes ago.

"Look, I didn't mean to scare you or… make you feel ashamed, but honestly… lemme tell you: you're wrong. I'm not like that, Andal is not like that." He assured recovering the same significance of moments ago. "Just think about that for one sec. If it was really as you think it is, you wouldn't be here. Simple as that."

She watched it, still with the indignant blush of humiliation. The furious expression didn't leave her face and she could feel her own frown hurting. "And how do you explain those stories? Everyone lies then?" She inferred exasperated, holding the blanket to her chest with iron grip.

Cayde shrugged thinking his next words but finding only the truth to say. "You're alive, and that's all that matters, isn't it…?" It's all that he answered.

And after that, something changed, and he noticed it.

She wavered, so clearly in her posture, that even he noticed it in her face. That ferocity that she expressed so openly in all her demeanor as her only defense, wobbled in front of him like a wave on the water. And since he had found her, for the first time, he saw her features soften, enough to be subtle, but notorious.

Cayde straightened up slightly on his seat at the sight of her reactions and watched her for a few seconds in contemplation. Inwardly he remembered those times, several times, that some of his fellow comrades reproached him that sometimes, the less the better.

Even though, he waited for some contemptuous reaction as an answer, but then, surprised, he observed how without saying a word, still with some distrust, she lay down slowly on the cot but with the visual cleared to observe any unexpected movement from him.

She stayed there, staring. One arm under the precarious pillow to be more comfortable, and the other firmly holding the blanket to her chest. Huddled, but with the possibility of observing it, she remained still.

He barely moved on the stool, trying to remain silent and very careful about his movements, hands on his knees, tapping with his fingers as he tried to return to a normal conversation.

"So huh, I'll just stay here now, if you're OK with that. You can close your eyes and try to get some sleep."

She ignored its comments and keep looking at it in silence.

"I promise I don't make a sound. So… sleep, sleep tight!" He gestured with both hands in a joyful mood.

"They said I needed to rest, not sleep." Her tone was indolent and emotionless as she continued to watch it carefully.

Cayde inclined his head and loosened his shoulders in defeat, lighting up his module like sighing in resignation.

"You gained my admiration for being a tough woman, and for that shot with nothing but a stone, which by the way, you don't remember a thing, but... seriously? You're a difficult girl..."

From the tone of its voice, she could see that the way the situation had been developing was equally uncomfortable for this guy as it was for her. But also, she realized that, except for a few sad exchanges, the way this was finally going, was turning to be surprisingly amusing for her. Also, she could tell, that that sensation she had been feeling moments ago, now it was almost gone.

Although, she found it curious, and the peculiarities of this guy didn't cease to cause her some doubts about to trust it or not, or what was it. Or... if it even was an it?

She let pass a moment and watched it stretch its legs hiding both hands between its thighs, carefree and swaying playfully while it was looking around, not paying attention to her, or at least, pretending not to. Singing in hushing tone and making lit up the voice module with the vibration of its voice. She knew it was trying to relieve the tension.

So she remained just watching, until, again, its eyes lit in a vibrant blue turned towards her.

"I'm that bad, huh. Isn't singing my thing? Well! I'm not sorry about it" He teased.

After that, he was now sure that the corner of her lips sketched something like a grim.

He didn't speak before that, understanding that as his cue for just let things flow, looking back at the floor later and tapping a part of his sole against the floor.

A quiet approval came later, and both remained in silence just familiarizing with the presence of the other.

And then, a subtle movement drew both their attention.

His ghost floated again with curiosity towards the girl, causing not only concern in her but also distressing his owner too who, before could object what she was doing, he stayed in his place, observing that the tiny device did nothing but start a projection.

"What you're doing-!"

"I'm doing nothing-!"

She shifted uneasily against the cot trying to sit up, first distressed and then confused.

Peaceful images float surrounding her, like she was in a deep forest with old but vivid trees and cheerful sounds swarming among them in the highs.

The sound of the projection filled the tent, and there was a clear sound of water running like if they were there. But in the middle of those sounds, it was a distinctive one among the rest that it was been heard with a clarity that called her attention; a nervous short cheep that was shy but strong, and its little owner was on the edge of what it seems to be a stream, stranding with anxious pace while looking the surroundings. Small, nervous and with earthy plumage, it wandered lightly among the dry reed.

"Cettia cetti, or commonly called, Cettia's Warbler, is a species of passerine family type of the cettiidae family of Europe, southwestern Asia and northern Africa. During the Golden Age, they were a kind of bird of minor concern. But, due to the events after the Collapse, there are no records of sight-seeings in the area. The place is now unbearable and dangerous for life in general." The shy digital female voice of the small device sounded gloomy at the end while approached the girl. "It was small and easy to identify. Its song was powerful, noisy, very characteristic and often insistent, so it was easy to recognize it; Elusive and subtle, it lived among the vegetation, and it emitted a strong distinctive sound when it felt threatened, usually, most of the time."

She returned a scathing look to its owner, who did nothing but shake its head and rub its hand embarrassed all over its face.

"You're not helping, buddy..." Cayde muttered resignedly on his stool.

"I was hoping that showing something like this it would help her to reconcile her sleep.", Ghost said to him before continuing to explain to the girl. "This one is one of the few records we found about wildlife during the Golden Age as we prowled the area seeking survivors," The little artifact explained now looking them both, "and I find its reactions very similar to those she had with you, Cayde."

"Oh, boy... things like this makes wonder why it was you who rezzed me…" He muttered under his breath, resigned and looking embarrassed to all sides.

She completely ignored it, and still distrustful, incredulous of herself for what she was watching, directed her attention to the little artifact. "What is this?" She asked curious.

"Western Europe. Now is a dead zone, plagued by terrible creatures: The Fallen."

She felt fear after hearing that, and only directed her attention to the owner of the device once, only to discover it looking at her before averting its eyes towards the projection with uneasiness.

She ignored it again, anxiously shrugging her shoulders then turning back to its ghost. "Is it far from here?"

"Not enough, but the necessary to avoid a tragic result." Ghost replied.

"You mean die…" She corrected as a matter of fact as she bent her legs and embraced them with her arms, watching the details of the projection that surrounded her while paying attention to the sounds.

"We cannot die," Ghost marked. "But you could..."

She became restless, nervous, and looked down after what the ghost said, trying to avoid thinking about the odds.

"Right…" She muttered with bitterness. 'As if he cared…', she struggled in her thoughts as mixed feelings made her feel again this desperation to know exactly what really happened to her, and if she was really safe now.

If there are anyone out there looking for her. Or who she was...

Cayde reclined forward as if was seeking her attention, barely moving on his stool. Then, turned to Ghost, gesturing to finish the tone of the conversation before all he had achieved with this prove-her-wrong thing was wasted. The ghost faltered when it cut the projection, calling the girl's attention and then debating herself between take care of her and her owner petition; her small blades spinning from side to side, doubting.

The absence of any topic to talk about and the uneasiness of her unknown origins was starting to make her be distressed. And to avoid resuming an awkward dialogue about that with the guy, finally, she broke the silence.

"What else can you tell me about before?" She asked with shyness.

Cayde startled and exchanged glances with Ghost.

"How was the world like before… all this? There were more of... those...?"

"Birds..." He answered, making her look at him with apprehensive but timid eyes. "We call'em birds. There're still some, but not so many."

She hesitated for a few seconds at this guy still addressing her, but at the end, allowed herself to relax before looked at the ghost again, letting her arms loose on her covered knees whilst looking at them expectantly with her chin on her forearms.

After a brief pause, the small device tentatively approached her again with more confidence now, wavering her small parts with enthusiasm at the sight of her reactions to be quieter.

"What do you want to know about it?" Ghost keenly asked.

"Warblers", She replied, trying to hide the eagerness in her voice before a brief glance towards the device's owner. "Birds …" Then she corrected herself in a shy mumbling, returning her attention back to the little being.

Cayde watched her in silence with a bit of content after hearing her said that last thing, noticing that she finally seemed more at ease when his ghost began to project a series of images and sounds about that species.

He thought for a minute though, if he were still flesh and bones, his body would be hurting for remain so long immobile sitting on that bench.

So, he stayed there, giving glances from time to time to his little companion and the girl, and glancing more at her that he should as the minutes passed, and Ghost's explanation continued, perceiving that, at last, his presence seemed to be finally unnoticed and harmless to her.