"Kinda like ..." Rikku bit her lip. "I never had friends before, who weren't Al Bhed. I've been called awful things. It's not the same, just ..."

Just that nobody had called her a grease-monkey in months.

She shook her head again. "It's ... not the same, at all. But. But being a person and not being ... that, it's ... that part, I think maybe I do get."

They'd never starved, at home, never let the Yevonites take their pride, but ... she still wore the goggles around her neck. Two years. Maybe she always would.