[ Kida's people are so far removed from whatever the reality is on the surface that even were she to encounter those from her own Earth, it would be as if they were from another world. Her qualms on the subject are nonexistent, as both her 'crewmates' and the townspeople exist in the same sphere that is not-Atlantis. Kida carries only her willingness to look outwards and forwards; foreigners were what she knew could bring her people the perspective, the knowledge they needed. As soon as the first, singular moment of recognition had passed and gone between them, Kida looked upon Fenris just as he was before her: strange, but not unknowable.

His story evokes a bleak fury that uncoils in her breast, and Kida fails to imagine the darkness of the mind to create such a system. It is a thing for surface-dwellers. Still, her energy is better used elsewhere, so she she spits on the ground as if to eject the feeling. She explains curtly: ]

For his soul, may it rot forgotten.

[ A powerful invective, coming from someone who has lived through the birth and fall of more than one empire. She folds away the word 'lyrium' to ask about later. She is sorry for the state of his city; privately, she thinks it good that it should burn down rather than be gangrened away into ruins, but she isn't so insensitive as to say so. Perhaps, if he is lucky, Kirkwall will be standing still when he returns. Perhaps, if she is very lucky, she will have the same. ]

We can only hope Kirkwall's fate doesn't befall this place. Why was it on fire?