And to think that once I go home, everything will be ordinary again and I won't even remember any of it.

But being so ordinary in a place like this is kind of...

[Depressing? She's not quite sure how to put it. Even back home, she knew she wasn't as talented as her friends, but it was a normal kind of ordinary. With the people she's seen in Luceti, she feels as if it's more of a bad kind of ordinary, the kind of ordinary that's of no use to anyone.]