Signum sits quietly, meditative and focused. She's given enough of herself to this planet involuntarily, so she's keeping her mind laser-focused on what she really wants to give to these people, to hopefully help them not continue repeating the same mistakes in the future. She clears her thoughts, banishing her anxiety, her anger, all thoughts of fighting or the military or magical theory, or anything else. She doesn't want those things going into the Mother Brains; they won't help.

What she wants to give is far more important, far more personal, and far simpler.

It is, in fact, simply the memory of a dinner at the Yagami household, many, many years ago - shortly after the climactic events where she met Nanoha and Fate, in fact. All four of the Wolkenritter - herself, Vita, Shamal, and Zafira - sat around the table with Hayate (still wheelchair-bound, but recovering), Nanoha, Fate, Nanoha's parents and siblings, Lindy, Chrono, Amy...it was kind of a party, actually. There was nothing particularly notable besides the number of people, but what Signum concenrated on, what had resonated with her on that night, was family. She had, in an uncharacteristic fit of emotion, nearly cried when the sheer newness of the emotions filling the air hit her. Nanoha had a family. Fate had a family. She had a family, her, the demon general, the fake woman, had a real, honest-to-God family. And hardships or no, love had seemed to her so real, so physically present then, that she could almost taste it.

That's when she knew not just she, but everyone, with a little luck and help, could and would be alright.

After a few moments, she mentally mixes the memory with a few more recent dinners to add Agito and the Reinforces to the scene. They were there in spirit, so to speak, time paradoxes or no. After she feels she's conveyed the right sense of emotion to the databank, she disconnects herself.

"That's the last you're getting out of me. You'd better appreciate it."