Oh... from those nine worlds you lost, then? [She asks, not trying to sound accusatory but rather, genuinely curious. Those worlds must've been very beautiful indeed.]

I guess the Protector wouldn't have had much reason to lie about your past. [She muses, resting her chin on her hand as she watches the Wizard sip her cocoa.] Scientists that lost their world to... something, and started travelling to prevent that from happening to other people? [With little success, she thinks.

She furrows her brow, trying to recall the conversations she'd had with the Protector, wondering how much of what he'd said she could still trust to be true.] I know what he's said your intentions are, and I know what Gyre's said... but I think I'd rather hear it from you. What do you actually want out of all this? Why this bet, this game?