Padparadscha's expression becomes somewhat unreadable at that admission. They're aware, at least, that Antarc was one of the ones taken in their most recent absence. But being taken to the moon has a somewhat different meaning to some of them now, and Padparadscha lifts their sword from their shoulders to rest it on its tip in front of them instead, looking up towards the sky.

"Perhaps things will change in our time here. Who knows? They say time does not pass, but all manner of strange things can happen here, it seems."

Of all of them, Antarc would have the smallest chance of being repaired, they think. Their unique makeup is more of a curse than it is a blessing, similarly to Padparadscha.

"You have opportunities here, nonetheless. It's a shame to only be able to live half of a life, isn't it?"