Moth walked up, still hugging himself.
"Um, little...girl. The Grit...creatures, things from your nightmares, are coming through the damn Wall while we're standing around in the dark and not getting the nine hells out of here like we should have done an hour ago! And, and, and...the entire damn city is a damn statue garden and half a damn eclipse is hanging there, just hanging there out of nowhere and I've been thrown into a damn broken trolley and pushed through a filthy damn maintenance shaft into the damn Wall which is being torn apart as we speak and and I'm being haunted by my own damn self with damn glowing damn pink damn eyes and, and..."
Moth paused. If his voice cracked any more he'd never be able to put it back together. His breathing slowed, shaking. He felt himself teetering on the edge of a giant chasm and he felt like there was no way to keep his feet on solid ground.
"Um. I'm R...um, people call me Moth."
Moth looked down at his neat little brown saddle shoes as he shuddered and tried not to cry.
Maria folded her arms and pouted. "I'm not that little!" Of course, her current actions weren't helping her case very much; if anything, she looked even younger. Her expression softened as Moth continued raving, and at the end she giggled slightly. She immediately felt bad for doing so; he did have a point about everything, obscured as it was by sheer fear. "You sure seem to like saying 'damn' a lot, huh?" She dug around in her jacket again, talking as she did, softly and kindly.
"Look, I know everything seems really bad right now. And maybe they are. But maybe we can make things better, you know? Maybe we can beat back the Grit, take back Periphery, and make everything like how it used to be. And I know it seems kinda impossible right now, that we few could do something like that. But all dreams seem impossible at first. We just need to act on them, and everything will fall into place. And then we'll look back, at when our dream seemed impossible, and go 'Hey, that wasn't so hard.'" She pulled out a small chocolate cream with a white filling and pressed it into Moth's hand with an earnest smile; it looked like she really did believe things would get better. "Here, eat this chocolate. You'll feel better."