This first bit earns D a crossing of arms and a very straightforward look he should be familiar with by now. "So you didn't want to worry me. About something you sensed within me that it might have been very important for me to know about. Why are people like that, exactly?"

Gaia does shrug with a measure of exasperation. It's not like any harm was done and people are 'like that'. With a sigh she notes, "Keep in mind that I'd prefer to know if you have concerns about something like that. Don't keep it from me because you don't want to 'worry me'. I'm not going to wilt you know."

Ah, but what it is. Once Gaia has said her piece, she does move on. She doesn't seem embarrassed or ashamed exactly, but there's a sense that it's tricky for her to put into words. But she also opens the journal still nearby while setting aside the mug. There'll be notes in there, things she wrote down so she's sure to remember the things she needs to remember.

"Where I came from... well, so I'm told anyway, the world was split into many worlds. And so were most of the people at the time that happened." As she speaks, Gaia idly plucks at the edges of the journal's pages. "There were some that survived that event without being split apart. They set about trying to make the world and people whole again. They found fragments of their allies and returned their memories so they'd be able to aid in the effort."

Letting out a sigh, Gaia simply finishes. "Apparently before I was born again as I was now, I was one of those people they found and returned their memories to. Mind, that's not who I am now precisely. But at the same time I am... well, Ascian are how they're called."

She pauses here and studies D. Following along so far?