[ It's a conflict of disagreement, Lucina thinks; of ideology. It can't possibly be distilled down into a true fact contradicting a fictitous belief. That's too simple. It isn't reflective of reality.

As he stops, so does she. She meets his gaze dead-on, unflinching, expression even, traces of sympathy mixed in with her surety. ]

That day in the caverns, when you let go to keep me from being pulled in... How did that contribute to your purpose of investigating these deviants?