[Yuri hadn't asked--it wouldn't have occurred to her to. She'd seen Ren's memories of potentially murdering a little girl and hadn't even thought to raise an alarm about it. It's--]

It's not my place...to judge the pain I see or receive. I just house it. [Although it is a bit of a relief to know he's not some crazy serial killer collecting eyes. He wouldn't know the value in her own eyes, but she figured even if it was collecting them because they were pretty, Yuri wouldn't have to worry. Her eyes weren't pretty enough on their own for that.]

...I'm sorry that happened. [Yuri sighs and her shoulders slump, feeling a familiar ache at her eyes. She reaches up a hand to rub over them]

The priestess sect on the mountain I lived on-- the ones with the abilities I have... They were all massacred too. Someone was afraid of their eyes and the power they--we--had. He didn't collect them, though. He destroyed them.

[A ragged, desperate, and angry curse, 'don't look at me...!' and the glint of a knife's edge. Yuri takes a breath and feels the phantom pain explode across her eyes, making her flinch as she lowers her hand to her lap again.]

I can understand, at least a little. I'm still trying to put them to rest too.