[Callisto doesn't seem bothered by the growl, or the anger it implies. On the contrary, her own lips lift into a smile, dark and approving.]

We're the same.

[Or close enough. Callisto doesn't really believe that anyone is like her - immature and self-centered as she is, she genuinely sees her own rage, determination, pain, and grief as being stronger and more consuming than anyone else's. But all the same, this woman's mindset feels very familiar.]

We could be allies. I lead an army on my own world, but I have no interest in any of the village folk.