[There's frustration in it, short and sharp for a moment. The knife finally lowers the rest of the way, arm slack at her side, but it's like a loss of will, something in her posture crumpling inwards slightly.]
What happened to us, maybe. None of you-- you've stayed together.
[Why hadn't they been able to do that? They'd been trained, specially selected for the voyage, but all that was left was memories of carnage and echoing mysteries obscuring the rest. She shakes her head, feeling defeated.]
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[There's frustration in it, short and sharp for a moment. The knife finally lowers the rest of the way, arm slack at her side, but it's like a loss of will, something in her posture crumpling inwards slightly.]
What happened to us, maybe. None of you-- you've stayed together.
[Why hadn't they been able to do that? They'd been trained, specially selected for the voyage, but all that was left was memories of carnage and echoing mysteries obscuring the rest. She shakes her head, feeling defeated.]
I don't know, maybe that's it.