[Somehow, the idea that Peace might not exist anymore had never occurred to Nill. She knew every little thing that they changed in the past affected the future; that it was dangerous and foolish, and that the Initiative didn't know what they were doing most of the time, even if they pretended they did. She knew that everything they did endangered Transports and Exiles alike, and yet...
That little girl hadn't been an Exile in Nill's mind, though. As soon as they got to the moon it wasn't Transports and Exiles anymore-- it was Transports and the Initiative, and Peace had been a Transport in her eyes. Now she was just... gone. And everyone on this base was responsible for it.
For all the danger her friends have gotten into in the past though, Nill has never attended a funeral. She'd witnessed one or two during her time living in the church, but this was different. Being something of a mourner instead of an observer, she had no idea what she was meant to do here. Without any better idea to go off of, she finds herself lingering over by the paper flowers, and watching as people come and go.]
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That little girl hadn't been an Exile in Nill's mind, though. As soon as they got to the moon it wasn't Transports and Exiles anymore-- it was Transports and the Initiative, and Peace had been a Transport in her eyes. Now she was just... gone. And everyone on this base was responsible for it.
For all the danger her friends have gotten into in the past though, Nill has never attended a funeral. She'd witnessed one or two during her time living in the church, but this was different. Being something of a mourner instead of an observer, she had no idea what she was meant to do here. Without any better idea to go off of, she finds herself lingering over by the paper flowers, and watching as people come and go.]