[When Gray says that, Liem wonders if she’s speaking just of the shard-bearers who have aligned themselves with Meridian, or if both factions are equally guilty of this problem. He thinks it might be the latter; after all, aren’t the Zenites’ festivals for this month centred around remembrance and loss? And aren’t there those loyal to Yima who were only willing to move forward in exchange for something they lost that she pulled from the void?]

Well… it hasn’t been that long, really. Less than a year.

[He reaches into his cloak, takes out a water bottle, and uncaps it to trickle a thin stream of water onto the new earth patted over the seedling’s roots.]

Loss is always disorienting. It’s normal to not know where you’re headed for a while after.