In the Sensoriums, Astrid paused in the middle of a practice swing of her axe, lending Stacy her full attention, peering at the hologram above the axe's handle. She doesn't fully understand, but she thinks she gets the gist of it. Everyone has their inner demons.

Sigh. And the sobbing...

A long silent stare then Astrid looks the other way. "You cry like the idiot," she scoffs lightly, though it doesn't come out as harshly as Stacy might have expected and the girl returns to her axe swinging.

You're forgiven, Stacy. For now.