Gratitude is an odd thing, for something John gives away freely. It is a tragedy, but it is a tool. He makes use of it. Nascere is split in half and inhabitable, all their dreams for it a ruin, but it still serves a purpose.
Repeat the tale to a Rifter, there is still utility in the telling. (Look at what happened, look at this cost to Riftwatch's delays, the lack of urgency given to pressing matters—)
But there is some commiseration in this telling, sat in the hollowed out shell that she must have called home once. Look at this wreckage. Look at what this wreckage has made of them both.
"You might have heard it already, if you'd come into the right tavern on the right night," releases Ellie from needing to express anything else. Yes, it is a tragedy. But she needn't dwell on it. "But it's a poor choice of tale while we're here."
Where it seems every part of this world is trying to kill them.
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Repeat the tale to a Rifter, there is still utility in the telling. (Look at what happened, look at this cost to Riftwatch's delays, the lack of urgency given to pressing matters—)
But there is some commiseration in this telling, sat in the hollowed out shell that she must have called home once. Look at this wreckage. Look at what this wreckage has made of them both.
"You might have heard it already, if you'd come into the right tavern on the right night," releases Ellie from needing to express anything else. Yes, it is a tragedy. But she needn't dwell on it. "But it's a poor choice of tale while we're here."
Where it seems every part of this world is trying to kill them.