Hm... that makes a lot of sense. We see the past through what glean from old books, ruins, and other things. But we don't know how things really were, and what we think we see says a lot about what we expect to see?

[Nana tilts her head, then smiles a little. She realizes, of course, that Miach hasn't revised her opinion -- she doesn't think that Nana's goal is impossible. But... part of the fun is someone challenging her on that.

And, maybe, voicing some of Nana's inner worries.

She keeps up with the dancing, her pace recovering a little. She looks back at Miach, then she smiles a little. A different thought comes to mind.]

I'd count myself lucky to manage that. But... maybe it's something to strive for. Do you want that? To leave something behind like that, if you can?