[The idea isn’t familiar to her, certainty in events that have yet to unfold—but then, neither were Eldians. In whatever strange space this is, from sands to questions, Caitlyn can believe it.

[It sounds bleak.

[She’s not one for condolences. Instead, Caitlyn lets his answer hang heavy for another moment. More. Then shakes her head, and offers her own quiet admission:] I can’t promise my loyalties, either.

[And so, it’s his turn. If he’d like.]