Diana swayed her drink around for the entire duration of the trio's stories, only putting on an ever so slight smirk as Kris ended his tale right after he started it, much like her, but even shorter. Amsel's past was both intriguing to her, as much as it was difficult to understand, given how nobody had to ever teach her that taking a life of any kind was going to change ones self as a person. She was able to feel empathy for the feeling of abandonment, the need for something to change before reality catches up with you and ends you for good. "It seems good that Kris found you and gave you another constant in your ... life? Aside of rust and the inevitable realization that human emotions aren't always something to strife for. There's a lot of good ones that I genuinely wish I could share with you, but there's ... oh so much that nobody should ever be forced to feel."
Tia's story however reminded her of the duality of mankind, the billions of individuals that are merely one bad decision away from betraying those that they once held dear. In her mind there was fine line that Tia was currently wandering on, with either side representing the understandable thirst for revenge and the chance of being consumed by the nearly endless hunt for justice, only to be left with little meaning to her own life once this mission is accomplished.
She had to fight with the task to give Tia a proper response as this itch in her mind grew stronger, giving her ever more trouble to contain it. This however wasn't the only reason Diana took a fair bit to raise her voice again, as she remembered the insuppressable need for revenge when the Oracles' elders abandoned their kind and left them to fight for their life in a world that formed ever growing hatred towards the Nomads and those who weren't destined to fight them.
"Especially after our conversation, Tia, I'm not going to suggest to you what I would do, but please listen to me anyways. Nobody asks you to forgive them for what happened, but be careful about how much of your life you let them taint with their influence. They've ruined countless lives from what you've told us, and yours could be the next victim if you make your whole existance revolve about them. Perhaps you've heard this already, perhaps I'm treading the same ground others have abandoned long ago. Just let it be told to you by someone who can put herself in your shoes a good bit better than a lot of others." Diana finished her short monologue with a saddened tone to her voice, taking her eyes off the swaying liquid in her cup only when every word had been said. She looked at Tia, then back at the duo sitting on the opposite sight of the table. "Listen, it's been ... a decent ending to an absolutely shitfaced evening, but I'll go back to my ship. I know when I've got too much in my system to be good company." With a metallic clink she put down her glass on the table after downing what was left in it in one extended sip. She didn't seem to be in a good condition, even considering the way they barely made it to Livadia with their lives.
Diana stood up and turned to the side, before stepping up onto the metallic bench that she was just sitting on, aiming to slip behind Tia's back to leave the scene without making her stand up. She placed her left hand on the pouch before jumping down from the bench again, making sure that the pouch stayed attached, even if it was already tightly secured to her belt. One last time she would turn around to slightly wave her right hand in the trio's direction, finding it hard to just leave without a sign of goodwill. Just as fast as she had found herself in the bar barely an hour ago, she disappeared in a crowd of mechanics, crewmen and pilots, with her ginger hair being the last thing to fade out of view.
