[ She remains quiet for a few beats, mulling it over. Her mind churns sluggishly, addled by two forms of stasis: one she's aware of, another she isn't. There is a lot to explain, but she tries to sum it up in a way that is easily digestible. Unfortunately, she assumes he knows more about her world than he really does. ]

I... had originally arranged to visit Earth in order to vouch for a peaceful compromise between it and the Vers Empire, but a small group of Orbital Knights arranged to have me assassinated, the blame pinned on Terrans as a cause to go to war with them. I was too sick to attend, so a double took my place that day, and they failed to kill the real me. My goal, then, was to reach the United Earth Headquarters in order to broadcast a message to Mars that I was alive and well... so that the fighting may cease to have an impetus. I wanted the senseless bloodshed to end. However, the count who plotted assassination on me to begin with interfered with my broadcast and launched an attack. I... managed to deactivate his Aldnoah drive... Everything shut down.

[ She grows more vacant, as though entering a distant, distressing corner of her mind. ] I ran to my comrade, my friend, to celebrate our success... to help him, but... [ Her eyes fall to her open palms, to her body, like trying to seek proof of what happened. ] I was shot. Twice. I don't remember anything after that. Therefore... I don't know the resolution. Were we truly able to stop him? Did the war end?

[ Did she... die? How can she have died when she's here now, speaking, breathing, her heart pulsing as she forces herself to remember in more detail. And what of Inaho's fate? She swallows thickly. ]