Too long, since they had seen each other. Longer still since she'd last held him in her arms, comforting her weeping child. Not that she had craved his death, but surely it would have been better for him to have defeated Sin and be at peace, than to be so gluttonous for power that he would exterminate an entire race.

Knowing all this, and yet she still loved him. Her precious son.

"I have waited here, half a year. Connected to the Farplane and yet not." Never would she fully admit to loneliness, for she had endured that aplenty in Spira; indeed, loneliness was a familiar companion now. "Are you well?"