Oh, facts are whatever we make of them. What we decide them to be. You can "prove" the sky is blue, but if everyone around you says it's green... who's to say they're in the wrong?

[ She smiles at him. Her view of the world is much more based on perspective; on what you can convince others of rather than the concrete. To set things in stone seems dreadfully dull to her, but she's also from a different time and place. ]

And dreams - dreams are hard to grasp. So really, what can we do but push on and try to find out what's ahead of us? No going back now.