[She's silent for several moments at the question, an icy chill spreading through her veins. The possibility that only they were thrown here--or worse, that the Moira ousted them for some unknown reason and then kept going--is one she hasn't considered, because she can't. The Moira is the closest they have to a link home.]
I don't. [She draws herself up, willing herself to look certain.] But if they aren't, they'll come for us.
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I don't. [She draws herself up, willing herself to look certain.] But if they aren't, they'll come for us.