She's quiet as it speaks, though there are some reflexive squeezes of its hand at points. Mentions of souls as fuel, that they can't go home, lack of control. Despite the sheer volume of information coming to her, she remains silent, processing it all as much as an organic brain can. There's a long, measured silence after it finishes, where she's just breathing, thinking.

It'll require a lot of time to take that all in. To make her own notes, encoded in her own shorthand, kept secret. The binder was removed for a reason. But...

"...thank you, for telling me all of this."

That's sincerely meant.

"Is it strange that to hear all of that, I feel more hopeful than anything?"