She wondered "Why", for once, she, the rebellious Renegade Fire, had fallen, wondered. She wondered, rather than assumed, and that in itself was special. Or what was left of her wondered. The perfect white patches carved into her had been washed away by the turmoils of oblivion, and she now returned, a perfect, glistening chestnut, a sanguine beast when she used to be blithely imperfect, flawlessly faulty. so now, she felt so perfect, it was unsettling. She stepped out of the shadowcast abyss, staring at her Wandering Dream.

Dream.

So now, she had a reason for living. Despite being insane. Yes, she, Rena, was insane. she was bitter and cold, yet there was something Dream saw in her that enlightened her.