[She sat on his words with some thought, unsure of how to even interpret his words or what to address first. Voile knew how to care for herself. But did she? Was it simply the fact that she declined from doing so? That she might have willingly subjected herself to the only life that she knew? How could she know what was truly in her nature?

Voile kept his eyes for a few moments and she looked aside momentarily.]

I am hardly empty. I think I am more full than most here. If I were empty, I could not care for others the way that I do.

[Then she looked back to him.] Do you think I am empty?