"I was about one years old, at the time, but I learned about it later anyway."

She leans her back against the railing, and tries to push away the feeling that she's forgetting something. It's oddly hard to think. If it wasn't, it would occur to her that this is yet another divergence of history thanks to the Angel Gate. Instead, she smiles at Balthazar.

"And you're up here at the railing?"