[Clarke makes a thoughtful sound. A world that gives away one city to help the rest, while possibly being at fault for what's happened. It wouldn't be the first or last time she'd heard of something like that. Sacrifice seems to be a common theme among them, even those of them who haven't shared that reality.

She doesn't remark further on the Twilights. It sounds like a familiar dilemma. What makes a monster? And what happens when someone comes across a monster? Do they reject it, or accept that it is what it is?

It's hard for her to tell.]

It was like that when I first hit the ground. Space wasn't ... dangerous in the way that you'd think, and it's where I was born, so I didn't have any special skills. [Only those who came before did. Life changed a lot for humanity after they had to make lives for themselves up there.] There were limited resources. If you lived in a quarantine, that might be familiar. Did you have rations there? Because I lived on them my entire life.