[ Ori watches Beatrix grapple with the words she'd spoken to her with an expression that conveys all of the empathy she feels for what she thinks Beatrix's sense of self must be like. Although the other woman is certainly far more steadfast and strong than Ori might ever be, she shares in that feeling of being less than what she truly is. Of not being more. Of not being enough.

She is learning to undo those ways of thinking, thanks to certain people she has met here— and she's more than a little relieved to learn that Beatrix is having a similar experience. ]

You know, I feel the same way sometimes, too. Like I couldn't understand what people could possibly see in me... but my friends - the ones I wrote about - and the people I've met here, they all see something more, and... they make me want to believe in that. In myself.

[ With a tilt of her head, she smiles warmly at Beatrix. ]

Maybe we can learn to do that together.