Likely in relation to our origins. I had difficulty describing to her how one could interact with a world that doesn't exist. She asked intelligent questions. It was refreshing.

[Oblivion did exist, but was weirder yet.]

What could he say that would be unusually different? Certainly he won't sing my praises, so it would have to be worse than I have actually ever done.

[Which leads a whole lot of possibilities really. Xemnas didn't often bother to get his own hands dirty, that's what Saix was for. If he had to get involved himself, it was because someone else screwed up on the way.

It was a distraction at least, thinking about what might be where and who might be knowing it instead of how good it might feel to beat subservience back into the Melodious Nocturne. It's more difficult to stay furious when actually thinking.

But angry, that remains a steady hostile burn. Something that slips a little at her offer, and he glances up, brow furrowing.]

I can't force you to.

[That seems like a strange statement, except perhaps it isn't. He couldn't give her orders. He couldn't make her assist. And only now does he seem to wonder why she might bother. She wasn't required to serve. And yet she was, whether she thought of it that way or not.]

But nevertheless .... appreciated. Less direct than asking myself.