"It isn't," She conceded without an extra thought, "But it isn't my story, it's not something I went and did. It was Nariko who ended up with the map, Nariko that saved my life multiple times, that convinced me to move back into the house, Nariko who figured out how to open the castle doors with the keys, and Nariko that brought me here. What part of that sounds like it belongs to me at all?" She had just been there, the one that needed help and really nothing more than that.

She shrugged, "Besides, it's just like you said. It's a story for children, it's something so unbelievable that now, when I try to do normal things, I think it must be a wanting dream I had. A desire to be important that somehow became real, if anything, it probably makes me sound pathetic."

Kaine flicked a rock from the ground and put herself back together. It wasn't Bert's fault that she felt useless. "But, that's how it happened. Before that I just did my best to survive." And it was what he had asked, what she had answered, so technically it was fair.