"Ours swept over every nation but one, we still feel the ripples now in little ways so it's hard to say if those stop." Maybe when people keep leaving those who started it and lost, maybe that's when the jaws unclench but the treaties are carefully, painstakingly written; she should know, she had to study them. "It only makes me sad sometimes that this is going to end and they'll have a new reason. Border disputes. Trade deals we negotiated. Alliances of convenience that aren't that. It's deeper than the Abyssal Rift here."

Her plan for after is sailing. Off the edge of the map. Take a ship and go with her arm cut off as much as she must if it aches with the miles.

"If enough left they could. Maybe." Cosima might understand that idea more, and Araceli certainly looks to her for some sort of confirmation of if a mass walkout might be sustainable.