"Who gets to name, it then? Or do you not know?" Haizea inquires, looking down at the text Six has written. It certainly doesn't look like any writing she's seen before.

"Maybe you oughta work with a translator and write a book. I bet everyone would wanna read a story written by you, maybe after all this is done," she says. She's not lying to him, she does think that people would want to read his story, but there's something in her tone that belies her uncertainty that there will be a time after this when Six could publish his story.