[ Era nods in understanding, continuing to linger in Aymeric's personal space. ]

Yes, it's difficult to find one's place here. I feel somehow that we aren't suited to this world, even disregarding the circumstances.

When one is removed from their reason for existence... [ Her lips curve downward in a frown, brows furrowed. ] If I cannot be a weapon what then am I supposed to be, Aymeric?

[ It's clear this has been something bothering her for a while. It's probably been noticeable in the way she's gone about living in Xistentia, really. Though she's never admitted it out loud to anyone. Why would she, after all? ]