[Callisto stares at the dead, memoryless ribbon, and she finds herself torn between two disparate impulses. On the one hand, there's relief that she won't have to see it again. On the other, there's anger that it's just gone - that something so important and so foundational could have dissipated like so much smoke.]
Why you are here?
[She asks Tim in a hoarse voice, dropping the useless ribbon onto the floor. He's clearly injured, after all; he looks like he can barely walk.]
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Why you are here?
[She asks Tim in a hoarse voice, dropping the useless ribbon onto the floor. He's clearly injured, after all; he looks like he can barely walk.]