She shrugs a little at his conclusion. He's not wrong. Angry, resentful--it's the same emotion, and in the end she hated being here because it wasn't where she was needed. Or where she thought she was needed.

"...We had something like that memory tree before. It was these frogs that appeared one day. Touching them would trigger remembering things... I touched one, and I remembered something that I couldn't remember before. A memory that I didn't have."

She exhales a breath, that tension still present in her shoulders and her chest. She might be blind, but her attention shifts from the ground to the village around them--anywhere but on him. "See, I knew what happened. The place where I was before... It was a space station, and it crashed into a planet. I was told there were no survivors. But I thought because I was taken from a time long before that, I could go back to when I came from. I thought I could change the future--or at least make a new future where everyone didn't die." She snorts a bit, and there's a hint of bitterness in her expression for just a moment. But it's gone again as she continues. She picks up the cane, twirling it idly in her hand just to fidget with something.

"That's... not really how time works. I should have known that. But when I got that new memory, I realized something was wrong. My memories were jumbled together--I thought I had skipped around in time already, so going back would be just more of the same. So when I got those sorted out... I realized I had already lived and died on that space station. So there wasn't anything to go back to."