[It will get different. Not better, not worse. Just...different.

Hanyuu listens to her speak, and she winces.] I...yes, I can understand that. The older Ryuun got, the more likely it was for them to simply fade away on the wind. [She is the last of her kind, after all. The last Pureblood.] ...I'm so sorry you had to remember something so awful.