"S-Solarel?" Isabelle replies, eyes widening slightly. The two of them continuing in their dance to the beat Mirror has established. One two three. One two three. One two three four five four three. It happens without conscious thought.

"She hurt me once. Like I think she's hurt alot of others along the way." she says, eyes focusing that cold asteroid of memory. "Not intentionally, but ... thoughtlessly, I guess. Didn't even register the pain. It just seemed to be part of how she was. How she moved and how she thought."

"And you want to save her. Love her. And broadcast a ... message?"

Isabelle frowns.

"Will anyone be hurt by this? Won't [i]you [/i]be hurt by this?" she asks. "I don't know her that well and I am sorry if this is an offensive question. I just ... don't want to cause more hurt right now. Even unintentionally."