Play their game? That sounded unnecessarily complicated. Atbash looked almost alarmed that Cry said she went by multiple names, but it did explain why she had claimed she was 'Kailey' whenever she returned. Was the name 'Cry' an alibi? Was she lying about her own identity? "But what's the point in that?" Atbash asked, clearly not getting what the raven was trying to say.

Bash was such a weird nickname and was only the first Atbash had ever had. Izuku once said it whenever he had lost consciousness, so Atbash didn't really think of it as a nickname, more of Izuku being unable to speak properly. "You never told me why you left," The Hailcaller replied, though she wasn't entirely shocked that Cry wasn't her friend's real name. Especially because of this whole talk, but mostly because of the whole 'my name is Kailey' thing.

Atbash let out a laugh at that reply, shaking her head. "I wish I could do that, honestly." She admitted with a slightly amused tone, although it sounded tired as well. Her statement was true, though; she wished she could easily forget the past and just move on. But she couldn't. She didn't know how or why, but she just couldn't. It was hard and every time she did let go, it just came crawling back.

There was just no way of escaping Dimension FiveX without destroying it, unfortunately. Of course, this did not excuse Caesar's actions by any means, but escaping the Dimension would only make the King send his Guards after you, although Atbash wasn't sure if that was just because they were exiled, or if she could escape while she was in the Seventh Tier. But once you were born in a Tier, you didn't leave - especially the girls. The Dimension was horrible, but Atbash never wanted to leave.

"How so?" Atbash was genuinely shocked at Cry's words and laughed a bit. She was stronger? That was preposterous. Cry was a soldier almost, right? Like Vigenere. So how could she, the cat who constantly second guessed herself, be stronger than Cry?

"What do you mean?" Atbash asked, sitting up now to look at Cry and tilt her head at her little winged friend. She looked genuinely confused, as if she didn't know what Cry was referring to. She was only doing what she felt like she had to do. She had to move on, she had to act like everything was okay.