[ Right now, Raven's focused on the repairs within arm's reach. Everything she can do from Arkadia, though she knows, inevitably, they'll need to venture outside. And she's not sure how much use she'll be then, with the thick brace on her leg hampering her movements. But first, get the system back up and running. That's what she can do now.

Her pet project, the chip residing on the table behind her, can wait. Perhaps even until after they're in the clear, assuming that ever comes to pass. ]

They will be, [ Raven tells her, offering direct reassurance. ] Once they realize what they were going to lose, they'll be happy.

[ It's more complicated than that. Raven knows it is. But the truth of the matter comes down to the simplicity of a single question. What had they lost to live within the City of Light? Freedom. It wasn't living. It was existing. Painlessly, in Raven's case, but that wasn't enough to barter away her will and her memories. She lifts a hand to the necklace, thumbs running over the blunted wings of the raven there as she leans back in her seat. ]

And then they'll have to get to work.

[ Doing what, that's the real question. But the sentiment is true. They'll all need to do what's needed to ensure survival. The sheer scope of what loomed in their future would demand it. ]