They watched as Memory-Nala ignored more of Dionz's increasingly exasperated attempts to get her to socialize.
"You know," Zara mused, "for someone who hates humans so much, you sure put a lot of effort into avoiding actually getting to know any of them."
"I knew enough," Nala insisted, but something in her tone suggested uncertainty.
"Did you though? Because from what I'm seeing, your grand experience of human life consisted of... what? Staring out windows and telling Dionz to go away?"
The memory showed exactly that happening, Memory-Nala shooing away a concerned Dionz while peering through barely-opened curtains at the bustling life outside.
"At least tell me you eventually left the house," Zara pleaded. "Please don't tell me you spent a hundred years as the neighborhood cryptid."
Nala's silence was telling.
