Amelia rolls her eyes at the end of Jon's statement. If the man is this insufferable now, she doubts the other would be any less. There's no reason to voice that when she's still grateful that he's here for Chris's sake.

Memories and souls and all else being brought up are more than Amelia's ready to grapple with right now. Knowing what she is doesn't help her understand who she is. Yes, she has her own memories and experiences, but what of those that came from someone else? If they're not hers, then what are they? What do they even matter? What does she matter? There are no gods where her original comes from; what does it matter about what the gods here think about her?

Her lips press into a frown. This is all just... too much so soon after getting away from the hell they were forced to live in for years.

"We are who we are, and we have the freedom to do what our originals can't or wouldn't do." It's a repeating of words one or the other of them have said since they left Duplicity. At this point it's all she has. "Everything from now on is ours alone, no matter where we come from or who we are." Dreams, she hopes it's enough.

She hopes she is enough.