This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
This is the worthwhile fight
Lyra laughs. "You can say that again," she says fervently, but her remark lacks any kind of bite. In truth, she rather enjoys her job and the challenges that come along with it - whether those be natural or manufactured in origin. "It's interesting, though - people in those kind of situations are predictable. How they act, where they go, what they do - many people default to the same basic instincts when they start to realize they're lost and the panic sets in. I think what's harder is when I find the ones beyond saving." She sobers, thinking of the lives lost where she's been the first to realize that they were gone. "After losing someone, everything else feels... easy, in comparison."
Lyra follows along eagerly, drinking in the knowledge that Maea offers as she makes mental notes about this building or that. She'll have to make notes later, if she's going to remember anything long-term - but for now, asking a passing question here or there allows her to cement enough of the layout of the village in her mind to find her way back. "Scribing and archiving is important work," she says of Maea's most recent occupation, entirely serious. "Without records of important things, we'd be lost as a civilization."
Lyra follows along eagerly, drinking in the knowledge that Maea offers as she makes mental notes about this building or that. She'll have to make notes later, if she's going to remember anything long-term - but for now, asking a passing question here or there allows her to cement enough of the layout of the village in her mind to find her way back. "Scribing and archiving is important work," she says of Maea's most recent occupation, entirely serious. "Without records of important things, we'd be lost as a civilization."
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Unless you play it good and right
Lyra
