[ Despite her own keen awareness of how terrifying it, in fact, is, Naminé can at least appreciate his discretion. Nodding solemnly, she doesn't quite muster a laugh to go with his. Her mouth is too tight to smile, troubled as she is by the whole matter. ]

Yes... I suppose that's true. Some types of magic come more easily to me than others, that's why - I've been in need of a teacher. ... And why I was relieved when we were able to separate without anything worse happening.

[ Because if she'd been forced to try to use more of her innate abilities instead of quite so much of the common types of magic, that would have lead to even more trouble, she's sure. Her eyes flick up at his last words, hesitating-- then drop back down. ]

That's something we can both agree on. [ Of all things, Naminé might actually be most afraid of herself. ] I've spent most of my life hoping that it never comes to that. I don't... know how far I can go - what I can really do if I try. And-- I don't think that I want to, either.