Now, Senna couldn't claim to know everything about everyone--hell, she knew close to nothing about herself, and the little that was known was half because of, you know, being hooked up to a torture device in order to kill her and destroy two worlds. But you get the gist. Point being, Senna wasn't one to assume things about people too much; people always had a tendency to surprise you. Soma being a robot pilot. Alita being a princess. Meche and Hokuto being dead. Reid's eyes. Peter's... Well. His Peterness. Hell, even Roland.

But things start to paint a picture after awhile, even if it isn't a picture you like too much. Initials, a number, the possible self-hatred and the boy's own stoicism--much too much for one his age. The fucking gun, for crying out loud. It spoke of soldiers, was what it said. Not being allowed to have friends... The more she thought, the more his words came back to her.

So she replied automatically, and without thinking. "It is my concern, Nigredo. You're my friend."

To the shade, she had no words. She had a feeling it'd continue no matter what she said.