It's obvious what Six's strongest emotion must be, especially due to the fact that Sarenrae is involved; her faith is a blazing, blinding sun, and how could it not be? For a woman who was saved and redeemed by her guiding light, who was given a path, who had been drawn from the depths of despair and heartache to be given something good to do with her life... How could she not adore her?

Looking up at the spirit now, Six can see why it might be called to her. The great wings unfold, the serene smile in place but distorted by the sheer brightness of the light, the Veil too thin to even pretend. She can understand, but it hurts, deep, deep down.

It isn't real. No matter how much she prays, it will never be real.

"I do not think it wishes to hurt," she admits. "It has... It has had opportunity, if that was its desire." Does that mean it wishes to help? What does it want? She looks around, takes in the Gallows, and breathes. "I do not want her to go."