She wished she knew what to say. She wished she knew what she was feeling. A sense of disdain for not being able to go home. A lot of disappointment in herself. A lot of bitterness staining her heart when she thought of Haytham, who served as a grand reminder of how just vulnerable she could still be.

Ziio nodded.

"With time," she found herself saying, as if she was reassuring him. Always reassuring him. When would she reassure herself? Did she believe anything she was saying? What did she really think? And she couldn't answer that. "It'd seem I will be here for... a while." In talking with Shadow, it seemed like forever.

"We have time."