"You got that injury from a mistake?" Severa repeats, almost incredulous. Considering her frame of reference for eyepatches, it's hard to believe something like that could have come from anything other than a deliberate action. "I had assumed you had been in a battle. I knew one other person, back home, with a patch much like yours. He was one of the strongest warriors Ylisse could have had on its side."

For a moment, she's quiet again. She fills it with a drink, slow and careful, and then speaks her most recent realization. "Constantly comparing life here to life in the halidom isn't going to get me anywhere, is it?" It's a rhetorical question, but it's damned hard to give up a frame of reference just like that. Especially when she has no idea if she'll ever be able to return home. That realization shows on her face in the furrow of her brow.