Citrine listened quietly as Ed went on with his explanation, trying to put together what she remembered with what he was telling her. Hera, yes, one of the less grating entities that had run Purgatorium at a time. But the rest? It was hard to picture, and a sinking feeling rose in the pit of her stomach as he reached the part about Val. Did that mean that...? It dawned on her then, but Ed was moving on with his experiences she didn't have time to say anything. Their first conversation sprang to her mind, and it made more sense now.

"That is... quite the story." It was all she could say as she stepped closer and stood still across from Ed, a strange heaviness spreading in her chest. To think this was the future of the place she had been in only a few months ago... Why had she come here before all this while others didn't? That was the most irritating part about these world travels. They were so arbitrary, with no sense of meaning in them.

"Honest answer... do you regret leaving? Because some days, I—I feel like I do." It was an uncharacteristically genuine statement from her, but she was having a strange moment here. Remembering the fountain and some pointless conversations with people she never thought she would ever care about. All of it, gone.