Was that being impressed? Well, Lilith wouldn't know. Nothing and no one impressed her, but she was hard to impress anyway. She didn't easily recognise her own feelings, either, so it meant she misunderstood others' feelings relatively frequently. Maybe she'd misunderstood Emilia's. It wasn't as if they'd had a long heart to heart sort of chat about those feelings, either. Which, Caleb was right insofar as if she didn't say anything, nothing would be solved. That was how it went.
She just thought that, maybe things were better that way. There wasn't anything particularly good about her. As she'd thought before, she was the monster, so Caleb didn't need to be, and she wore that almost like it was a bade of honour. It was much the same as how Ezio acted in the same capacity for Morgyn. That was what had made her become friends with Ezio. They were so much alike in strange, and slightly tragic, ways.
There were too many other things to be concerned by, once. When they were younger, and had more to lose. In the end, Lilith had let go of a lot of things that, likely, she shouldn't have. A lot of her humanity was on that list. It was what it was. There was no sense being upset by it. Was it possible, to reclaim some of it? To become more human than she was now? She didn't know. Maybe it was too late for her. Maybe it wasn't. Did she dare to try and find out?
Well, at least Emilia could be her strangely carefree self without worries. Lilith had already become protective of her. That likely wouldn't change anytime soon.
"Maybe she does," Lilith allowed, sifting through the pile of stuff she still had left to pack away. Why did they stay in that house for so long? Eugh. "I'm still not saying anything. There's not much to like about me anyway. Eventually she'll get past the surface and realise there isn't anything there."
All dreams had to end, sooner or later.