And without intervention, neither will. In any case, there's not much Terra can do about it now. Not even dying sent her back to her own world, and each season has passed without journeying back; aside from Squall, who is a confusing manner all of his own, nobody has come here from her own world. She still misses the Moogle.

"Doesn't matter for now," she declares, shaking her head. "I can't change anything there... while I'm here."

And really, the more they talk about their own worlds, it seems, the more depressing the conversation. "Is there anything you like about this city?"

Transitions aren't her strong suit.