I don't do a whole lot of things I don't want to. So, I'm out here because I want to be. That's what friends do when shit hits the fan.

[it could be a glib response, it could be casual, but the hardness in her expression, the softness around her eyes and in her voice tells a different tale. she looks down into the water, leaning on the edge as she offers:]

What you saw, it ...it can change a lot.

[she doesn't elaborate, he doesn't need that - it's not useful. but it's true. the aftermath of revolution, her parents' broken bodies? that hadn't fucked her up nearly as much as watching helplessly as mylo and claggor were struck down - or watching vander make a choice about her that ended in watching the life leak out of him along with blood and shimmer. she still feels responsible, when she digs at it. she digs a little now and there it is.]

What if you did something for him, for them ...now? Something to put a pin in it, shine a light on it, let people know that it happened and---

[her fingers idly pick at the brickwork, fingernail edging out a little bit of mortar.]

---maybe they don't have to feel like they should forget.