He cannot help but match her with an equally humourless smile.

"The victors write history, as I once said. Or in this case, the surviving majority. Truth matters not a whit."

And what of him, he thinks with some melancholy? Will his people be remembered in some hundred years after the Warrior of Light passes? He doubts it - but it is their world now. One final encore for the living.

"Are you truly an android?" he asks, frowning at her anew. "You appear quite--" Human.