[Karla doesn’t quite know how to use the text function, so she’ll settle for writing in response.]

...I wasn’t really a mother. I had been...changed. We only thought we were family, but we were really not. I had even forgotten how to wield a sword.

But then our real memories started coming back. We remembered who we really were, and we remembered our skills. We fought the invaders who caused all this, and we won.

...But how are you doing, Effie?

[She still feels guilty, having volunteered to be a bodyguard and then failing to protect her.]