[ With all the graves that'll line up once they're done, would they want to turn into a place where people live again? But maybe it could turn into something more; when the monument goes up, it could be a place to be remembered.

But how close was Zompania to Luceti? How close was one place to another? You couldn't leave to go to one place to the next except in situation like these as far as Red knew.

Did Karis know differently? He wonders, but then remembers that she hasn't been around that much longer than himself. ]

Who lived here? [ Out of anywhere his thoughts could go, that comes to him. ] Did they always live here? Did they come from another world like us?

[ ... ] When all the fighting's over and people can go back, is there going to be anyone still here?

[ Red pats a hand to the ground beside him, fingers - suited fingers, but fingers all the same - dragging up the fragments of dirt up over them. He's not really asking Karis but - he needs to say it. He doesn't want to keep his thoughts inside.

But an answer would be nice. Maybe not from Karis, but someone. Someone who could see a better future, and more. What did he even see? Him, himself, here for this world.

Why does he think he could be a person to help? ]