[ There's the start of a word that gets choked back before it can get further. None of it makes sense. The locations are none she recognizes and alternate realities are impossible.

And... she is throwing a tantrum. Four years prior, she would have never believed that humanity would go nearly extinct, or that monsters were real and fed on the innocent. It was a truth that had to be accepted to continue living. This is... It's just a less violent version of that. She comes from a home in Japan. He comes from a home in Ennor. Both are now adrift. ]

Sometimes we leave all we've known.

[ There's a faint sadness behind it, but only the kind that comes from idle musing. Eyes close, one hand rests on her chest, and she exhales. Both are now adrift, but still they walk. Simple as that. And just like that, the small glimpse of weakness is gone and thrown in a box with all the other Deal With It Later tier problems. ]

Then we assume it's possible. We should mentally prepare for the worst. This place might be a world that isn't yours or mine.