"They'd find some way around it. That's the way it works. New weapon discovered, new way to counter it invented, so and so on forever and ever." Marjara flutters her hand dismissively before tucking herself in at a lean against Amélie's side, appreciating the slightly cool presence pressed up against her.

"You say that. Most of the heroes I grew up hearing about died awful deaths. I don't know if 'hope' is the right word."