[Lost something of ourselves. That's just on the nose enough to strike and resonate with something inside her, long buried. And she begins to remember what it is that has her so concerned.]
... Loss ...
[For a second there's a faraway look on her face, but then she blinks and comes back into focus.]
no subject
... Loss ...
[For a second there's a faraway look on her face, but then she blinks and comes back into focus.]
That's it! The castle!