"Yeah... if she was someone that you could actually talk to, then I think she probably knows what we're like pretty well. As humans."

That's a little sad, honestly. In the end, Cynthia still suffered, no matter how much love she poured into the world. That's always how it was, right? But she still loved, damn it. She still is loving, probably, as far as anyone here knows. No matter how much pain it causes her. It's sad, yes, but it's hard not to be inspired by it.

"Then maybe she can stay up here, watching over us." Anna hums out along to that melody again. "The watcher in the sky is shining bright over the world..." Something like that. She was never great at lyrics, but she'd figure it out later, she thinks with a shrug. "Don't judge me, I always thought I'd write pop punk songs. This whole thing sounds more like power metal."