[ That makes sense too, Kim thinks. His thoughts had traveled a different direction - religious zealots, not caring who they bulldozed in their path, and likely to flagrantly use Aerith for what she is, not who she is - but people wishing to use her for their own material gains makes an equal amount of sense. But when she asks him why he's not confused by her tale, he has to pause to think about how to answer. ]

Well... to be frank, if you told me this back home, I would have dismissed it. But considering everything I've seen here? I've got more of an open mind.

[ There's only so much evidence he can be faced with about the existence of the supra-natural, of spirits, of non-humans and descendants of extraordinary people, before even he has to let go of some of that hard-won skepticism. ]

The rest is just my belief that people will always be people, despite whatever our cultural differences may be. [ He drums his fingers on the cheap folding table between them. That makes up most of his argument, really; if magic exists, if descendants of some holy race exist, then people will react accordingly, whether it's to cling to impossible hope or to exploit it. At length, he says: ] I was raised in the Church myself. The Dolorian Church. We follow an Innocentic mode of theocracy, where I am from. Figures in history so significant that they become more than themselves -- sacrée, infallible.

If someone discovered one of their offspring, even years removed, I can make a decent guess as to how that would go. [ He offers her a small, humourless smile. ] Not well, I think. Not well at all.