.. yeah. I guess I can.. imagine that.

[ There's a faint pause in the middle of that sentence though, like Ange has to really think about it as she's saying it. It doesn't come natural to her to try and imagine it. After all, when she had died, there hadn't been anything beautiful.

There had just been nothingness, and then life repeated itself over again. And over, and over. ]

And I can understand wanting to ask the Pthumerians for help. Or advice. [ After all, when you have nowhere else left to turn to, what can you still do? Desperation is a strong emotion. ] But..

[ Her voice trails off. Ange always has trouble with openly expressing concern, but it doesn't feel like she could do anything else in this situation.

She is worried about the other, after all. Tara may have a lot going on all the time, but it's not like she's been mean to Ange. And she did kind of like talking to the other about magic before - it's something Ange never really got to do with many people back home. ]

.. please just be careful, okay..? I really don't trust them. And I wouldn't want them to mess you up even more.

[ The look in Ange's eyes shows that she really means each and every single word of that. ]