Oh, well. That's far more noble than falling out of a rift, catching a bad case of shard in the palm and having to stick around or die painfully, huh. Abby feels abruptly humbled by this. She says, "We're lucky to have you." It strikes her that she's never asked the others their motivations for being here, had been assuming that, like any war, people were just doing as they were told, waiting for it to all be over.

May as well voice that.

"I was with the Washington Liberation Front back home," she explains, "We were at war with this... weird cult group that wanted control of the same area as we did, so we hunted them down and killed a lot of them. They did the same to us. It wasn't about doing good."

Abby doesn't know when this became embarrassing and hard to talk about. She pauses.

"I didn't give a shit at the time. I didn't care, I was just doing a job. And I thought I was using them for information, it was so stupid."