[Krile has been having various unfriendly thoughts about the Natha, in one way or another, since she visited the station only to find its power failing off and on everywhere. Largely she has kept them to herself; the opportunity to share any of it was nigh nonexistent, especially while forced to live on Thesa. Technology or magic that can bring back the dead, she reasons, can most assuredly overhear conversations of all sorts in its spare time.
But this, here, feels much more isolated. No doubt they are being watched, but not by their personal overseers, this time.]
What will we really find at the end of this storm? [She shakes her head very quickly.] How long have these "first" refugees lived in isolation? If this has been happening for a time measurable in generations, are we to presume, for example, that some residents of the first refugee's home still rest in stasis on the station?
[This is one of her foremost concerns. The people they all stand to lose.]
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But this, here, feels much more isolated. No doubt they are being watched, but not by their personal overseers, this time.]
What will we really find at the end of this storm? [She shakes her head very quickly.] How long have these "first" refugees lived in isolation? If this has been happening for a time measurable in generations, are we to presume, for example, that some residents of the first refugee's home still rest in stasis on the station?
[This is one of her foremost concerns. The people they all stand to lose.]
Or not? [And all the implications thereafter.]