He finds that curious, and he can't help but turn his attention back to her, looking her over again. "Why do you consider sympathy a gift?" Unbidden, his thoughts went back to Zidane. Twice now, the boy had offered his hand in help; it was the closest he could ever think that anyone had ever given him their own sympathy and he had turned it down both times, unable to see the point in it. What good could it do him?

In only one instance that he could recall, his own sympathy had saved a life, and he couldn't call it that. He told himself he needed Terra's favor as a bargaining chip, perhaps at some time in the future as he toed the line between the warriors of Chaos and Cosmos. Neither side was particularly fond of him. Though he was at least tolerated on one, the other held Zidane's loyalty, and he couldn't return home without the boy. He owed the thief that much. But this? He didn't even know the girl's name. How could she even think to offer him anything and then complain that he turned it down?

Perplexing. He never would understand her either, he thought. So he shut it aside and decidedly did not look back to the wilds outside. "Your... parents are from two different worlds?" He wondered if that might have something to do with how she was. Zidane had essentially been raised on two worlds as well.