there's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almond

Since Meyneth has started taking control of her body, off and on, to power through crucial moments in the fight against Zanza, Fiora's had a harder and harder time discerning sleeping from waking, dreams from visions. Which would make sense, given what it took her to get here, but...

But she's pretty sure Meyneth's Monado has a voice. A soul in it, just like Alvis.

Just as strong as her wielders, and twice as determined, if that's even possible.

A comfort and a confidante, afraid of something unarticulated, commiserating through devastating moments as they press on and on and on.