"I understand. It's why I often avoid most people. Back home I used to retreat to Limbo, it was...easier there. In a strange way." It shouldn't be easier in a hell dimension, but she'd known that place so well and for so long. "My brother would often get frustrated with how often I escaped to it." It'd be more accurate to say with how often she fled to it, but nobody needed accuracy here.

"Pixie asked me if the return of my soul meant I was a real girl now," she shrugged. She really wasn't sure if it did or not. There was some hesitation in her speech that was a bit uncharacteristic. Mostly it came from speaking of the purple haired girl whose soul she'd stolen. There was no point in hiding the bit of shame she felt in regards to that situation. It wasn't as though she could change it and truth be told, even if she could change it, she wouldn't. It had gotten her what she'd needed. "I told her I would at least pretend. I have done a poor job of pretending."

It was even more strange that she offered so much about herself just then and she even looked slightly surprised by it. He'd offered but it still felt weird.