That's how I've always felt. We hear quite often that those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it, but that's hardly the only reason to pursue such knowledge. The people who have been lost to time— their lives had meaning. Someone ought to remember.

[She averts her gaze, her smile faltering for just a moment.

"Remember us. Remember that we once lived."

There's not a day that's gone by that Emet-Selch's request hadn't made it itself heard in her head, her heart. She's quick to collect herself, her thoughtful smile returning and veiling that moment of melancholy.]

I'm fortunate in that my friends are many— though perhaps not as many as they once were.

[It's an occupational hazard, one she has never quite been able to make peace with.]

It's important to me that their dreams are seen to fruition, that their ideals are upheld. Of those I left behind before coming here, I think Y'shtola would have most liked to accompany me, if she could— the pursuit of greater knowledge and hope of discovery have ever driven her forward. Each and every one of them would have thought this place beautiful, I'm certain.