[Martel unexpectedly chuckles; a large part of it sadness, but the rest genuine amusement.]

Are you certain you are from my future? You sound like I went back in time.

[Her laughter dies out as she grips her own elbows, all too aware of how thin her words must sound to Yuan. They already sound so to herself.]

...Do you mean it? If I can get Mithos to believe it, no matter how long it takes, then you will go along with it? Let it all go while we still can? I am not stupid. I do not know much at all, either about this place, or what happened after... after me. I understand that maybe it really is impossible and you have all moved on too far ahead for me to do anything. But we made it through things more impossible than this, and I have to keep hoping.

[Little by little, Martel's smile returns to her face.]

This is the only chance I get. I... got lucky, in a way. I know I have to make my time count. And I would like to make it count by doing this.