"You shouldn't think like that," Glint said, his tone soft and full of empathy. "I know that's easier said than done but trust me when I say, I understand. Someone I knew died, and I thought… 'Why not me?' It's so easy, isn't it? To blame ourselves and think we could have done something differently? 'If only I'd been there, maybe they'd still be here…'" Emotion welled up within the Ghost, and he struggled to contain it. "How do you get past that?" Nirysk asked. "It just feels like… Ether draining out of me constantly and I don't know how to stop it." "Time," Glint said simply. "You give it time… and you lean on each other. You get through it together." The teens were quiet. Glint knew it wasn't the answer they wanted. They were here in search of closure. Their hopes pinned on forged relics and fabricated rituals. All they wanted was closure.