The Heartwood When Different, didn't seem so different.

The woman spoke of not knowing anything alive that was truly evil. Huā contemplated it, but ultimately, the world was much more black and white to her- you were good, or you weren't. She couldn't disagree that every evil action had a motivation, but to Huā, those evil actions made one evil whether or not they had a reason. Kidnappers, killers of the innocent- they were the dark. The sismese believed it simple enough to avoid those sorts of actions; staying in the light wasn't hard. 

Life continues, The starlight spoke, and Huā found her words stranger as they continued. Talk of death, and finally- the offer of fortune-telling. Huā was familiar with such things; 海龙泻湖 had a particular old fortune-teller, though she had never seen her travel from her empire. The fortune she had received so long ago when she was a child had filled her with hope, but life had not granted those things as she had expected, and so Huā became skeptical. Still, Tell me. Tight lipped with this stranger, but curious all the same.