Yorda nodded, wondering if her world had anything to do with Spira; the boy had been wearing bright reds and blues, much like this man here. "What is your world like?" she asked, hoping the man would tell her more. All she knew about her own world was that she had lived on an island for as long as she could remember, alone but for her mother, the shadows, and the doves.

And then the boy, but he wasn't here.