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I often wonder precisely when this place will run out of things to throw at us. It seems a testament to survival how we all continue to persevere and yet...
Mm. And yet at what price? Some return and remember, others...do not. What guides them here and dictates why they may or may not remember.
[A soft sigh, fingers trailing over the communicator to turn it off.]
Mm. And yet at what price? Some return and remember, others...do not. What guides them here and dictates why they may or may not remember.
[A soft sigh, fingers trailing over the communicator to turn it off.]