"Incredible question," they say, and they sigh and tilt their head back and lean against the bench. They close their eyes, and Nova Pandora vanishes and is replaced by Hope Carassia. Back in the drab clothing that doesn't define their form, the sloppy and fading hair dye, the dull contact lenses when they do open their eyes again.

"I don't remember much yet, but I feel like it has to come back to me eventually." Hope's voice is weaker, less confident, has a little more fry in it than it did before the transformation. "I don't think the lives these people used to have ended well. I think it was a really... intense, dark death. For all of us, or them, or whatever you want to call it."