"Aftershocks of disaster, as it were." She frowns. "I don't know what one would do about that other than attempt to ignore them and go about one's business. I don't think one can lay an *apocalypse* to rest, or quiet the ripples its memory throws into the world."

"They do seem to be weaker when someone else living and real is around, don't they? A motivation for us to band together, among many others. I mislike being truly alone in these halls."