She nods, rolling this answer around in her head like a stone caught in a current. One of those things that she suspects only truly is understood when someone does it, mantling another and saying this is the shape of the self. A force of will that must hold, or all is lost in the consumption and pursuit of power.

"Have you ever been able to talk with someone who gave you their Page while you wear it?"

She's getting to her point. Slowly.