I wish I knew...I've been here going on four years. I know some who've been here longer. Six years, seven. And there are those who are here for only a handful of weeks or months. It all seems so...arbitrary.

[Lust sighs, drawing her knees up to her chin and resting her head on them.]

Scar...the man I lost. He met the force that brings us here, once. It was during one of those times of upheaval. He didn't speak much on it, but he said...

'Whatever it was, it felt as though it wanted us to be happy'.

Sometimes I think...that really is what it comes down to. Can we heal, here? Can we be happy and whole? If we can, we stay. If we can't...

But I don't know. It's simply a hopeful woman's fancy.