She takes his words in with a solemn face, nodding silently as he finishes. There were so many things Frederick never let show while he was alive, that only came to light after pressing on those who traveled great distances to attend his funeral. It had been a painful revelation of the man she'd come to respect so much, though she suspects she was much less hurt than others.

A frown touches her lips as she drops her gaze to her feet. "After what happened back then... I can't blame you for leaving. There were atrocities on all sides, as there always is in war." It doesn't excuse what Frederick may have done, or what she knows everyone involved with the Great War committed in the name of their sovereigns. But Amelia is a pragmatic woman and as terrible as it all is... she gets it.

"I've given up everything that came before this place. My family is as well off as I could make them and they think I'm dead." Her frown deepens as she grips her upper arms in a self-soothing gesture. "I'm not looking back anymore, because there's nothing to look back to. At least not in Masarra. But I'm stuck in a loop here, in this place. I try and I try, and I fail every time. Despite all my efforts and how much I've grown, I still fail every time I try to grow and become more and I can't figure out why." She exhales a heavy, defeated sigh. It's something about herself, that much is certain, but as she can only see her own side of things, she doesn't know what it is.

"How do I break out of this pattern of survival to live for the first time in my life?" A breath, and she looks up and into the mists. "Without someone to live for outside of myself... I don't know what to do."