You're right, I don't remember the same traumas you do. I don't remember being torn from my family or my soul being ripped to shreds. But don't you dare, even for a second, think that I don't give a damn about you.

[She'd walked into that maelstrom Devin, as an empath, she knew just how painful it all was. X's personal pain, paired with almost three thousand years of terrible memories he didn't deserve, was overwhelming. So perhaps trying to coherently express the fact that Devin was needed might be a little difficult.]

It seems I must remind you that your name wouldn't have worked if there wasn't truth in the meaning.