... For centuries we've been led to believe that Pulse is Hell, that... everything from Pulse only wants to hurt us. People are grateful to the fal'Cie, not only for protecting us from that, but because they provide everything we need to live- food, water, light, energy...

[ She's getting a little riled up about this, and upon realizing it, cuts off suddenly. For a moment she just stares at her hands, nearly forgetting what she was doing, and realizing that not only is she going off on a tangent, but aside from the other l'Cie, nobody else knows about what she's talking about. Saying it aloud is an odd experience. ]

But... Cocoon's Sanctum fal'Cie, Pulse fal'Cie- they're all really the same. And to them, we're all just cattle.

[ A dark frown is firmly in place as she unlaces her last top before reaching actual undergarments, finally pulling everything back to reveal the arcane mark burned onto the left of her upper chest- numerous black arrows, surrounding a bright red 'eye' in the middle. At first it just looks like a tattoo, but with the slightly raised skin and colors far too vivid to be mere ink, it's obviously something far more ominous. ]

A Pulsian fal'Cie did this.