When our Enemy came to take me, it was the Ascension Day. It's the day my people celebrate as the starting point of who we were, when our first commander came down from the sky above. It's a solemn holiday, where we celebrate how we've survived for so long. I celebrated six of them before I'd come here. [And on the sixth, she would either die or be taken, just after allowing herself to be less distant, at least from one person.

Some part of her knew that her changes would usher in problems for her, but she never imagined what it would be.]

What about your culture? [It isn't a diversion; instead, she's merely curious about what he has to say.]