Well, she was a straightforward woman wasn't she? Vianca stared back, letting the question hang there for a bit.

The concept of guardians and leaders was one that Vianca had struggled with often over the years. The one the rest of her sisters had called Leader had left them all years ago, but it had been even long before that that Vianca had stopped calling the captain 'Leader.' Did a Pikmin actually need a Leader? Could they be their own Leader? If Pikmin were meant to follow, than what did that make her? She still didn't have an answer for that. Currently, the closest she had to someone akin to a parent was probably Rhys, but the priest had much too much to worry about and did not need her included in his worries. Caim might have thought himself a protector, but he was not someone Vianca would count as someone to look after her.

The person Vianca thought of when Mother's Day had come had also frequently come and gone. Vianca continued to write her letters, despite the fact that they would never reach their destination. Over a year, she reminded herself.

Holding her stare, Vianca chose to reply with, "I took up what they left behind."