"She hated us. Hated Julia."

Shiro takes another moment to steady himself. To breathe in the smell of the calming incense. At least he's sure Keith can tell he's not angry with him. The benefit of having this conversation with someone who knows you well.

"She never made that a secret. Any chance she got to hurt us, she took. Torturing Julia was just the first step. After that, she started doing things to us directly. She put us on trial to kill us. Cut off supplies to starve us, then..."

Then he'd died.

He'd died in defense of the young man sitting next to him. Shiro's story trails off yet again, even as he tries to force it to keep going. It's been a while since that happened. In all that time, he's done nothing but refuse to dwell on it. This Keith has no idea. He wonders if he can keep it that way. He wonders if he should keep it that way.

"Then... would mock us. On the network, any time she could. To turn us against each other, to wear us down."

A nod, then, out toward the Moon Presence, with its hands outstretched towards the sea.

"Cynthia destroyed her, I think. Or at least, banished her from the Dream, in the end."