A nod here, her fingers playing once again with the glass before her. Perhaps it's a nervous habit, or merely to give her something else to focus on when she speaks. "They don't get along with humans," is a kind way of putting it. Describing a war and the abuses that had fallen the Espers at the hands of people was probably too much to go into. "So they went into hiding. Humans just about forgot they existed. But some doors don't stay locked forever...

"Espers are... hard to describe. They look like they could come from different species. Some look more human than others, and some look like beasts. What ties them together is their magic. They can't live without it."