[Don't no one else want that neither-it's the first time someone's said that to her out of genuine affection and, maybe, something like love. It feels like love. She can't get a good read on his heart, but it's warm and caring and makes her feel safe like love would feel. There are those who have accepted her words as truth-she adores them. Those that fight back against what she says-she hates that and then there's-

Guzma, living as the outlier he's always been. Accepting and honest, saying he wants her to live in a roundabout way that almost makes tears spring into her eyes because Seto needed companionship, the doctors needed her alive for experiments, but Guzma-

Just wants her to live.

She just wants to live.

She really wishes she could live.]

Yes, it's-it's okay. The Storyteller finds them every month for me and-

[She raises an arm, showing off a bracelet he might've seen on her arm since the early months of Enso. She learned quick that the sun may not always be available to tell the time and for her the caves, the endless night, ai'tuoh-it was all a death sentence without this.]

They gave me this, so I always know when it's time to take it. Even if it's very dark or I sleep for a long time-when I feel this thing, I know. So I'm okay.