[His glare has sharpened, and his voice is broken glass - dangerous, ready to draw blood, ready to be ground to dust.] My companions turned their backs on me the first chance they got. That is reality. I dreamed of a world where my sister and I could be accepted and everyone could live in peace, long before Lloyd came along. It was for the sake of that dream that I fought to find an end to the war.

I found a way. I had the power to split the world in two, so it could be preserved on the limited mana supply until the Great Seed had a chance to grow. I could do all of these things, and I thought my dream would soon be reality...

I could do all of these things, but I couldn't do anything to change people's hearts. We were betrayed. My sister was killed. A world free from discrimination...a world where I could live freely with my sister, where we didn't have to live in constant fear because of what we are - that world didn't exist. There was no place for my foolish ideals, just as the was no place for me. That is what reality means.