She is quick, but quick like a fire. She will burn herself out with that quickness.

[ bitter, and spit out. regret and longing, but he holds the rest back. ]

We Rifters will see the gaps faster than those who are natives here, I fear. We are more willing to see stories as just that, and not bone-deep facts. Do you trust her as you trust me? Do you know what price she puts upon this secret that she has?