[It would be a few more years until the fractures in her psyche truly started to tear into her. Sure, the teenager he was talking to now was abrasive, stubborn and feisty, but it was a far cry from the woman she would become. One who lost sight of the magic she could call upon.

As for this mysterious person who had gotten a glimpse of her future, he was sharp, with a good sense of humour. She liked that.]

Trench huh... hey, if you said 'pretty much all of it' that means there's at least something there you don't recognise, right? Did you get anything weird?

...There's a couple of things here that belong to my Father, too, but I know what they are at least.

[The question was why she had them.]

Oh- you know my name, but you never told me yours. What should I call you?