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Wraen feels that she has crossed the invisible border of the other's freedom of having his own beliefs and ideas and feels a little ashamed for being so imprudent in doubting, what he has seen with his own eyes. But, what's done is done, and she knows judging by the cold remarks and change of airs, that she is no longer welcome. 

It is a pity really, because this has been by far the most unusual conversation she has had. She sincerely believes that there would be even more for her to learn about him, about his beliefs, gods and other visions. Perhaps, her opinion that everyone lives inside their own heads is as much a myth as his take that the gods he has seen under influence have been real. She wants to tell him that every person possesses imagination, that is a vital part of anyone's mind. And he is not without it either. But she has a feeling that even this fact would be disregarded. And - in the end - why should she keep discussing, if neither of them were to give in?

"I will go now," she quietly gets to her feet and after one last look in the man's direction, she leaves him on his own.