She waves a hand dismissively. "Ah, it happens sometimes. Every 100 years or so in my neck of the woods. Only so much energy to go around, ne? To preserve it, the odd timeline or two gets pruned. Random, mostly. Mine just got the short straw." She's...made her peace with that. Mostly. It was a long time—a lifetime, actually—ago.

Homesickness. Musashi's been there, and not unsympathetic. "If you really want to, I'm sure you will." She offers. "But you're here now, right? Think of it as being here for a reason! No need to rush things. It's a new world. Lots to see and do. You should try to enjoy it, while you've got the chance." That's how she sees it, at least.