[At first, she just repeats the words, quiet and wet with the sludge still trying to pool in the back of her throat. As a Contractor, she had never concerned herself with issues of morality. Whether a person, a group, or a nation was corrupt... It mattered not to her as long as she was getting paid and living her own life. As a Regressor... she had seen different sides to things, had been able to understand the lives of those who lived in the bottom of the barrel and just kept struggling against the world...
But even her world, with its false sky and the Gates and the tragedy that lurked beneath the surface... She wouldn't describe it that way. Maybe there was no "cure" but...]
Does there have to be one... ? A cure...
[Even if ten, fifty, seventy percent was rotted out...]
There has to be... something worthwhile. Somewhere.
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[At first, she just repeats the words, quiet and wet with the sludge still trying to pool in the back of her throat. As a Contractor, she had never concerned herself with issues of morality. Whether a person, a group, or a nation was corrupt... It mattered not to her as long as she was getting paid and living her own life. As a Regressor... she had seen different sides to things, had been able to understand the lives of those who lived in the bottom of the barrel and just kept struggling against the world...
But even her world, with its false sky and the Gates and the tragedy that lurked beneath the surface... She wouldn't describe it that way. Maybe there was no "cure" but...]
Does there have to be one... ? A cure...
[Even if ten, fifty, seventy percent was rotted out...]
There has to be... something worthwhile. Somewhere.
[She believed that (for now).]