"No no no no no, stop that, stop it! Do you all have [i]any[/i] idea how far...?!"

The Alpha Princess stomps her foot as if that would make her maid fix everything. But she's distraught, Bella, can't you see that? Because the ship that brought them all the way across the universe, across the Lethe itself, has been [i]undone.[/i] Unmade. Disassembled like the logic blocks that Mommy kept giving her as gifts and study aids. And put back together, surely someone would say, calmly chiding her for her panic, for the way she was flitting around the room almost at the point of tears.

This is her ship. Their ship. The Starsong Privateers gave it to her, complete with a brave crew for a desperate mission. It was supposed to make it all the way to Gaia! It was what she could remember when she couldn't remember anything about herself! This gorgeous trash heap, this thick-prowed monster, this disaster howling through the Endless Azure Skies - it was supposed to make it all the way there with her!

It was supposed to!

With her and Bella and Dolce and Vasilly and Iskarot and the Assassins!

And now it's been changed into something completely different. Is there still any capacity for it to remember what it was before, the way that she remembers being both Redana and Ember? Has the unique shipness of the ship been lost underneath the thundering wings and beaks of the Skies? Is there any hope for it, for them, for the quest?

Perhaps it is very silly of her to be sniffling and wiping at her cheeks. The ship is a ship. It will continue to convey them all until they reach their journey's end. It cannot mourn the changes that it has gone through. It cannot feel abandoned or lost or betrayed.

And yet she still rests one palm against a perfect, flawless wall, and she weeps for the [i]Plousios[/i] and what it meant to her.