Adia's gaze falls into the middle distance. Blaze's words have a way of cutting to the heart of the matter, but she can't think of anything to say in return. The situation is opening too many old wounds, reminding her of things that she had never truly recovered from.

"All this has happened before, and all this will happen again," she murmurs to herself. She never thought a proverb from the Sacred Scrolls would ever apply to her so personally.

She surprised initially by the Guardian's question. Then she nods mutely, lips pressed together so she doesn't cry.