[ Open? She considers his meaning. Open with emotions, or physically, she wonders. The reaching for a hand is in part, at least, due to the nature of this world. But she cannot deny that she is grateful for the excuse to hold another's hand, or more, under the pretext of allegedly saving a world. Yet by now, it's simply grown second nature to her.

But as for that emotional openness... He won't like the answer.

She looks at him with a small smile. ] Remember when we first met? There was homework about telling others you love them, or hugging them... [ At the time, the context had been because of his father, and he had shared with her that his father was dead in his world already. The lesson he had known but not yet practiced was to be open because there would not be a chance to say such things, or hold another, ever again.

Pyra closes her eyes, turning her head away from him. ]

I'm "open" because we need to die.