She narrowed her eyes, lips pursing in what almost counted for a pout. Of course she knew what they'd done. Not a day had gone by that Urd didn't play back Xemnas' assault, the violation of her memories, and feel the anger rise. They weren't good people, not even remotely...and perhaps they never had been, even with a heart.

But that was besides the point.

If anyone understood what it was like to be missing a core part of yourself, the better part of yourself, it was Urd. "If you'd lost your heart, if the most important part of what made you who you are, was taken from you...wouldn't you want someone to help you?" she asked Timon now, kneeling to look closer at his outraged face. "I don't want them to hurt anyone any more than you do, but..." How could she make him understand? Would he ever be able to?

She sighed deeply, bowing her head. "...I'm sorry." Head still lowered, she held out her hand; with a puff of smoke and a few muttered words in her own language, a small wooden bowl of fat, juicy grubs lay in the palm of her hand. "You did your part, Timon...and you did it well. I can't ask any more of you." Urd finally lifted her head, gifting him with a small, mild smile.

"Thanks."