Catching Ammy's look, Namine paused in her work and sat back on her heels. Ammy looked curious, and had proven she could understand what was said to her, even if she couldn't talk. Namine's past wasn't something she liked talking about, but...She sighed and leaned forward to paint more, speaking quietly as she did so.

"Nobodies don't really have homes. We're just remnants--what's left behind after someone loses their heart. We were never meant to exist, so..."