She scowls. "No one is dictating that to me. I'm not weak."

"Spare a thought for the others, then, who yet wish to make their own decisions in this world. Flawed though it may be."

"Why should they be trapped? No one in this world - let alone around the Intoners - has any ability to make real decisions. We warp their minds just by existing, and this world doesn't care about them. Their families starve, and there's nothing they can do when winter comes. Why not let them live in an unbounded existence instead?"

"Living is the crux, I think. Most would assume that they would find their selves too unmade with the world."

"If becoming anything you can dream of destroys who you are, then why should you persist?"

"I think you would benefit even more than Zero from the opportunity to emigrate from this world, when I discover the method to return whence I came."

She hesistates.

Then: "Why would your world be any different?"

"It's considerably bigger than a single planet, for one. Greater depth of technology, which leads to a higher basic standard of living. No Intoners, the only magic is of my kind, though," her lips quirk, "as I myself prove, there are still those less than perfectly benevolent in their use of power."

Frown. "That doesn't sound - real." She shakes her head.

Then, suddenly: "I want to find the first world. The first Creation. Whoever - I want to find whoever created the story that echoed and became me. I want to know what she was thinking."

"A worthy goal."

She's quiet for a long moment, evaluating Eliese.

Hopefully she finds what she's looking for.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because I was asked to. Because it is within my power. Because I don't have a reason not to."

It's not entirely clear if she trusts that. 

"Is there anything you need right now?"

"...Where's Septa?"

"Just over there."

After a moment: "Destroying the Flower removed my magic, didn't it?"

Eliese nods. "That is my understanding. Five has already made plans to acquire more."

"I don't need magic."

"As you like, of course."

"...Why are you so nice?"

"Fundamentally? Because I can afford to be. I have lived for quite a long time, learned many things, and attained a degree of power such that there are very few things left in this or any other worlds that can threaten me on an existential level or present a problem I cannot, in time, overcome."

"Most people wouldn't be nice even then."