It was likely - no, no doubt at all that Kanji already understood. She'd seen how he babied his dragon, let her play with his yarn and then some. Like her, he'd tried to curve her destructive accidents, but failed. And given their rapid growth while still being so infantile mentally, Naoto understood where the Prismals were coming from.

But why were they constantly being the ones made to let go and sacrifice?

"... That's true. And perhaps the King will allow us to visit."