[ Again, a thoughtful expression. She's not troubled by the question, and she doesn't feel entirely disturbed or a sense of angst from exploring the deepest parts of their pasts. There is some unease, but it comes from a sense of incompleteness.

But it's nothing that she can't handle, and the question is helpful in its own ways. ] I...

[ Her eyes shut, tighter this time. ] There was a third-- or, that's what I've come to infer, because it feels as if it wasn't just myself and Malos, and that there's another part of this place [ Another wave towards Elyisum. ] that's not connected. But as for when the separation happened...

It was not long after the world began anew, I think. That third part vanished, and without them, the two of us fell apart. I'm not sure why, though. [ She shakes her head, opening her eyes to look at him.

Thinking through this brings her back to an earlier thought, the one of discovering who she truly is, discovering that truth and those memories, and finding that wholeness, of who she is meant to be. But that's her-- rather, them. Herself, Mythra, Malos, and that one other, all supposed to be as one, as if she'd be returning to who or what she was meant to be, a reverse metamorphoses, compared to Noctis' own journey with the memories imposed upon him.

She hesitates before asking. ] Do you ever... feel as if you're incomplete?

[ Her situation and his own are different. She hopes that he doesn't feel incomplete; or that if he does, it's only an added layer brought on by the crystal. ]