Perhaps it was a dream. The darkness sure was familiar. But the memories, the experiences, those had to have been real, right?
How many times had she nearly died in some way or another?
How many places had she visited, completely beyond her imagination?
How many people had she met, whom otherwise she'd have never known existed?
And what did it all lead her to? What was all this discovering, all this adventuring, all this traveling for?
She had no answer. There was nothing she could answer. Because she didn't know. She just… really liked it.
The thrill of the next fight. The views waiting to be seen. The people who yet expect her presence. The wonders of the world… An exaggeration, but one she enjoyed thinking of.
