There is something in having someone else recognize that, acknowledge what she is suddenly telling herself in her mind, over and over again, that is almost like a balm to the wild thing within her. Being so careful as she moves to grip Aqua to her, careful of her claws, of the razor sharpness of them. Yet in that moment not feeling the bloodlust, the single directive to destroy. Just glad for this place, and for the people she knows there.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice rough and raw as she tries to swallow back the tears that threaten to overwhelm her.

"I don't... I was never supposed to remember," she says, knowing that. Knowing that in her own world, the moment she remembered, she had killed herself to ensure that she didn't slip again. She would have to talk to others, to tell them what to do if she did slip, if she was lost to the changes her own blood her been used to mutate her system.

"I'm so glad I'm back here. If I stayed there..." She knows now that she is a dead women. It's not some concept she's been told about, but knowing now exactly what her thought process would have been with all of this crashing down on her and her mother before her, pleading with Ashley to stop. She can't ever go back or it will be over for her. Forever.