As Neos spills a not insignificant amount of guts (or perhaps this is all coming from Natalia directly), Pandora finds their way to a small counter in the hideout and sits down on it, their feet dangling a couple inches off the floor.

"That's rough," they say, for lack of anything else. Anything better. They aren't good at this part. "It's rough and it sounds familiar. Having to find your way on your own when everything you knew gets ripped out from under you." They look down between their feet at an unassuming and empty spot on the floor while they try to gather their thoughts. Determine what's safe to confess.

"You'd think being this old I'd have found some answers, but." They spread their hands. "Nothing. I don't know how to get past it. Not for myself, definitely not for anyone else. Other than transforming into... whatever a Nova Knight even is. And that can't be everything I do."