Mia nods. "You make a good point there, Nick. There's always going to be something tougher out there to deal with. But one day, I want to be able to protect the people I care about, instead of standing around and doing nothing. I've let so many die or get hurt, and that's why I feel weak."

She can't help but laugh at his comment. "It's one of those things that doesn't change from world to world, I guess. Just like some of your traits and my own. That's a common reaction, I suppose, for a person to sacrifice themselves for everyone else."

Her eyes drift down to the table while he speaks, occasionally taking a few sips of coffee. After a good minute of silence, she finally musters up a response. "...White, he seems to be evil no matter what time or place he exists in. My mother, god she's gone through even more difficult times than me...I wonder if she's still alive." She shakes her head lightly. "No, don't apologize. I kinda figured things didn't go well."

"Strong, assertive, and intelligent with the paranormal, now I wish I had some of her qualities. I've always secretly wondered what my alternates are like, even though I probably shouldn't ask such questions." She seems a little sad after hearing all of this information. "...I feel terrible for you now."