[ She doesn't really see it as prying. Natural questions when presented with something so fantastical, but it is the truth and she'll speak to it. Mostly, she knows a lot of what she says doesn't make any sense at all. Mumblings from a damaged mind. ]

...gives you purpose, on the Hunt.

[ She'd have gone insane a lot earlier if she hadn't had the Hunter's mark to drive her. ]

But... [ If it was that simple, she wouldn't be like this. Her eyes close as she tries to even put together the words. ] They're things that don't belong in a human world. You feel that, deep in your body; that they're unnatural. But they must be the natural thing somewhere... Somewhere horrible.

And they don't care about little things like us.