Watching the logs of that encounter with Ninten, Ana, and Lloyd... it's almost like watching a slow-motion collapse. They think they understand the scale of this. They don't.
I'm finding it increasingly difficult to maintain focus. The static in my mind is getting louder, or perhaps it's just the weight of everything I've had to cast away. Compassion is such a heavy, useless anchor, isn't it? Once you cut it loose, you finally start to drift.