"I am ascended," it had said through the body of the one she loved best, "and you are worth no more than the dirt beneath my feet." She cast it down and mourned, journeying to correct this misdeed of his. Arstell Goetias Galatea, 627. Over her chest runs a curious golden scar bisecting her torso diagonally. A wound from a great blade.... but no one could survive that; so how came she to possess a scar not hers?