Yorda had never considered the island her home. She had always been nothing more than a tool for her mother; first a pliable tool, and then a vessel. If fate had not brought Ico to her, she would have died as her mother had wished and provided the dark queen with her own body. And if she hadn't been pulled into Paixao, Yorda would surely have died after saving the boy. In truth, the city had become home to her.

"Yes," came the simple reply, the princess focusing on her drawing so as not to lose herself in bittersweet memories.