It was probably a good thing Steven was sitting down. His legs felt weak, but he ignored the loss of feeling in them, looking up to study the buildings that were surrounding the plaza they found themselves in.

Everything was worn and partially destroyed. Yet there were signs of renewal - of life that still thrived despite how fatal those storms were to its former inhabitants.

He swallowed at the lump in his throat, his mind also fixed on the thought of the responsibility he and Marc shared here in this new place. He felt so tired, so very tired, and sitting there wasn't helping relieve that burden.

"...So what do we do with this?" It was hard to control the tremor in his voice, but he kept it as even as he could.