[ Her gaze stayed on their hands, close to each other but not quite touching. And her heart ached for him; she didn't know how he came to have his arm, and it sounded like he didn't know, either, but— it was different from, say, Genji's circumstances. Genji had been on the verge of death - she knew that now more intimately than she ever would otherwise, having experienced the memory of his slaughter at the hands of his brother essentially firsthand - and he had prosthetic limbs and cybernetic implants because they kept him alive. But Shiro... it wasn't that way for Shiro.

That... really hurt, somehow, knowing that. ]

I'm sorry, Shiro. That all of that happened to you.

[ She finally looked up at that moment, her eyes finding his and hers were sincere. ]

But, you know - just because they gave you that arm doesn't mean it's a bad part of you. [ She was trying to draw similarities between Shiro and Genji, now, because she knew what Genji had gone through and she knew that he was at peace with himself now. And she was going to hope that Shiro would be too, in time. ] They gave it to you, but you can make out of it what you want, right? Like when we rescued people from the fire.