Eiko's grasp on her heritage wasn't quite as strong as she liked to believe. More and more, her attitudes about being a summoner were being forged by her own opinion, rather than actual knowledge passed down by her grandfather. There were books in the abandoned village, and the Eidolon Wall still stood, but truthfully, the vast wealth of knowledge died with the tribe.

She picked up her own cup, and took another drink from it, then nodded her agreement. "It does. I wonder if Anima gets lonely there all by herself." Soft echoes of the loneliness she knew she felt being all alone in a destroyed village.