I have always taken this form, except rarely," Yorda replied slowly, shaking her head in response to Ansem's assumption. She had not yet quite learned to control her shadow form just yet, aside from occasionally taking it in short bursts. But she disliked that form, anyway; even if she hadn't learned to take on a more wispy form as of yet, much less one that revealed her face (as her mother's form had), she didn't like anything that reminded her of her mother. A part of the girl felt guilty for it, but the friends she had made here had all universally agreed that what her mother had done to her was wrong, and that she shouldn't worry about wanting to distance herself from that.

But at the thought of her friends, Yorda's breath hitched a little, and her eyes filled with tears. Would she be able to see them again?