Leanne. A name to the face that briefly fell before rising back in a desperate grab for understanding. It made sense, of course. For who else to look towards in pain but for the ones who caused it to you personally? Cardinals were something new, but another name to a list. The people Leanne thought of were more likely to appear as patients than as aggressors. Renamon shook her head once. "It's unlikely. It's simpler to think of everything from your life as being cut off here."

A harsh fact but something true. "We were taken from our homes and places we resided by people that have nothing to do with the conflicts there. They know about all of it, and will detail to you, given the chance, but they hold no standing in either side." She wasn't explaining in a proper way, and part of her understood it. How old was Leanne? The girl was small, but likely was older than she looked. Not close to Rika's age at all, but.... "If you're here, it's because there's something in you that interests them. Something they will study and try to take advantage of. It's why all of us are here."