[ Once again, they're being put between two cosmic forces to be divvied up and used as tools. Maybe it's their fate as "outsiders" wherever they go, continuously pulled in either direction until they inevitably tear in two.

In any case, Cyrus seems nice enough, but there's something about him that continues to keep her at a distance. Maybe it's the dissonance of his status; having him here feels a bit like the Prime Minister answering a 9-9-9 call. If his intentions were purely humanitarian, surely he'd have sent a qualified rescue team. It should be within his means, surely. ]

It asked us to sacrifice something if we wanted to survive. But... um, Mr. Cyrus. What is it that your Meridian Shard-Bearers do for you?