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New Atlantis, like her mother city, persisted. Time passed, the world, whichever it was on, turned. The Island played its games, and dealt its tricks, and dear friends and family vanished without a word. Eras faded from one to another, and those who called it home changed from generation to generation, yet New Atlantis persisted. For every dear component--for they were not simply residents in Atlantis, old or new--lost, another would arrive. New couples, children, old friends and new.
New Atlantis changed as constantly as Atlantis, yet it never lost its essence. She couldn't hope to control Atlantis' growth, and she had no power to influence New Atlantis' changes. She did all that she could. She offered aid to those within it when she could, looking after those who traveled temporarily home, and lent a helping and and a sympathetic ear to any willing to take them.
It wasn't who she once was, and it was hardly what she'd dreamed of becoming, but it was enough to survive on the island, which had become her home for however long she remained. For as long as she did remain, she would not return to Asura, to a battle against the city she so loved. Perhaps return was inevitable. Perhaps she could find a way to prevent herself from ever returning to cause damage to Atlantis. She wouldn't find any way to do that, by wishing herself home.
For now, it was enough to look after those who called themselves New Atlanteans. She was not the leader to them that she might have once been, but friend was better than enemy.
Of course, immediately, she needed to concern herself with the clothing she'd spilled across the bantos area, and whether her rather unfortunate fall had sprained her ankle quite as badly as it felt like it had. Philosophy could wait until afterward.
New Atlantis changed as constantly as Atlantis, yet it never lost its essence. She couldn't hope to control Atlantis' growth, and she had no power to influence New Atlantis' changes. She did all that she could. She offered aid to those within it when she could, looking after those who traveled temporarily home, and lent a helping and and a sympathetic ear to any willing to take them.
It wasn't who she once was, and it was hardly what she'd dreamed of becoming, but it was enough to survive on the island, which had become her home for however long she remained. For as long as she did remain, she would not return to Asura, to a battle against the city she so loved. Perhaps return was inevitable. Perhaps she could find a way to prevent herself from ever returning to cause damage to Atlantis. She wouldn't find any way to do that, by wishing herself home.
For now, it was enough to look after those who called themselves New Atlanteans. She was not the leader to them that she might have once been, but friend was better than enemy.
Of course, immediately, she needed to concern herself with the clothing she'd spilled across the bantos area, and whether her rather unfortunate fall had sprained her ankle quite as badly as it felt like it had. Philosophy could wait until afterward.