[she keeps her hand atop his, holding his gaze with the absolute certainty she feels. she knows how much of a vulnerable position she's putting herself in once more, to open herself up to him as she had done so in the past, only for her trust to be betrayed by the horrifying skeletons hidden deep on some far-off planet kept from her knowledge.

but things here are different. she's been given the time to think things over, and unlike what occurred at home he's not gone mad, and their fight had instead dimmed into mere kindling of what could have been a much larger fire, what had happened back home.

she trusts her friends at their word. is still angry at what Lotor has kept from her and done to their people, but...

she knows what anger and hatred do to a people. and she does not hate him. she cares for him. her fingers curl between his.

were it possible, she knew she would go back for him. she knows his fate, left in a rift, was not a decision she made.]

It is the same feeling I had when we stood outside Oriande. When everyone doubted what good could come of a place that seemed so dangerous...

[her voice trails off, and she remains looking up at him. even as her heart pounds in her chest. her gaze set with a soft determination, of someone who truly cares.]

It's a feeling that I know is right, that there is good to come. And I...always have faith in those I love.