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"Perhaps we might not have learned of this had we come in at another time. It's fully probable, don't you think?" she said to him. "Always expect to do things you don't prepare to. Do things on a whim. Might come in useful instead of trying to be ready for everything."

She brought her eyes down from the inviting, fabricated sky and let them fall upon the one thing the light from Sincarro's staff seemed to attach itself to. Though she made a face, squinting a bit to make out exactly what she was looking at, she didn't draw away when the images assembled themselves in her head and she got the full picture. In fact, she moved forward towards the creature. Foolishly, but kindly.

"It's nice to finally see you, Zexal," she smiled. "We can try to make it go. Do you know if the monster has a name? That might help me. Power is attached to a name."

The woman paused, looking back at Sincarro. "Did you hear that?" she asked him. She switched her attention to Zexal. "Did you?"

She let a pause flow by again. There it was. Faintly, so very faintly.

"Screaming?"