Idealism's a lovely thing, which burns and warms in equal measure. But she does understand. "I don't speak of them much, here," Raine says, reflectively, "but I think of them often. Good people, all."

It really isn't so uncommon, she guesses, to see people from your own world here. She wonders, briefly, if it's a good thing or a bad thing that she's seen no one from hers. They're safe, they're not being dragged into all this... but all the same, Lloyd or Colette or any of them, really, might be able to do wonders for the cause.

"I'm sure they knew how you felt," Raine adds, and it should be a platitude, but it isn't, not quite. "Even if you didn't manage to put it into words. Oftentimes our friends understand more than we think."