Light returned Senjen’s look and gulped. He knew what his friend thought, but this helpful segue only served to ratchet up the tension. 
“Well, that’s settled then…” He said after an awkward pause.

HOPE picked up on something and looked at Light expectantly.

“I, uh, I was wondering. I never asked about your family. Do you know them?”

The female looked wistful for a moment. “It’s a world called Brissekh. I was part of a cult who cultivate a plant that spreads across the whole surface. They exiled me, and the Humans took me prisoner. They…”

She tailed off, so Light stepped in.

“Life has a way of bringing us chances for closure that we never expect. Maybe by ridding Veppecantel of its infection, you can tear the weeds from behind your eyes.”

It seemed wildly optimistic of a statement, having just met this person, Light thought. He immediately regretted signing it, but HOPE seemed to see the right side of it.

“Thank you. Maybe.”