It is alien to you, as your world is alien to me. Everyone is alien to someone else. [Having technically lived among aliens for most of her life, this is nothing new to her.] I imagine most worlds are similar. Beauty cannot exist without some measure of ugliness, or how would we know it for beauty, with nothing to compare it to?

This place is new to me, though nowhere I expected to find myself, and I am not sure if I enjoy it here. [She considers Ezio's question, carefully. In some ways, she was the ill change.] At first it changed for ill, but then it changed for good, at least somewhat.

One who enjoys violence often makes a poor warrior, and even more often a poor teacher. [She smiles, very familiar with this logic. Peace through war: that was always a good justification for killing.] Oh, of course. I know enough of politics to say that that is true.