“Yes, yes, I am now shockingly aware that we aren’t from the same planet, thanks,” she pinches the bridge of her nose, trying to shake off the last of the Echo’s hold. “It is entirely unbidden, the method of which Hydaelyn usually communicates with us has carried over into this space, in times of great emotions or importance we are ‘Blessed’ with a vision of the past,” she explains, but the sarcastic exaggeration on ‘blessed’ is not to be missed.

“My entire job is finding Primals and killing them, and for you to have just come out with that? Regardless, it was a gross exaggeration on my part and for that, I apologise,” she manages. “That your Asrals share the same name and likeness is a coincidence that I don’t know I want to explore,” Though she knows it’ll be bugging her for approximately forever. This is the second such world to carry likeness.

“Which does beg the question, just how did you get that Garb? It’s too close to be anything but genuine. Those patterns are wide-spread in Eorzea, especially.”