[Markus’ brows pinch together, grip flexing a little against the supplies. He turns her words over in his head — the expectation of the displaced being the means to solve the problem beyond their reach, when it’s already too little too late.

Easy to grasp desperately at hope when there seems to be no other recourse; even if that hope seems impossible from where they stand in New Amsterdam.]

That’s not how humans are made. Out of sight, out of mind. If it hasn’t affected them personally, they don’t see a reason to halt their own everyday lives.

[It’s an unfortunate truth that he’s seen time and time again.]

If we had the ability to stop what’s already happened, there’d be a lot less issues between all of us. But that’s not the reality — they realize that, don’t they?