[She sits there, listening, and quite honestly not caring. She hadn't known Ace was dead. Period. It doesn't really change anything, in her mind. Death was to be overcome, and she'd already told Thatch that she'd take them traveling outside of this plane when it was over. Simple enough really.

The flower crown begins to smolder slightly, wisps of smoke curling up as she take it in.]

Marco. I'm not a marine. I'm not going to blow up anything without a damn good reason. But what you said, it sounded just like what Gideon told me when he took me to the Purifying Flame.

[She grinds her teeth, biting back the urge to yell. It's hard, but she manages to keep her voice cold.]

'Pyromancers and Volcanomancers are like powder kegs, just waiting to blow,' he told me. 'You're too dangerous to let have power, because you'll blow one day, and take a lot of people with you. Maybe not on purpose...but you will.'

But I'm not like that. I don't do that. But hearing that you think that way? That makes me wonder if you're the only one.