Nada looks crestfallen. They quickly compose themself, speaking coldly.

Nada looks crestfallen. They quickly compose themself, speaking coldly.

Perhaps Traveller is correct. Nada will forget. There. It is already forgotten.

The Builder-Entities, the purple-lattice... Nada does not think there is cause for fear. Not for us. For Atlas-Falsity, perhaps.

Nada's lights blink, just once.

And Nada does not quarantine our friendship. There is plenty. Make your path forward, Traveller. Make friends. It is your way. Nada and Polo will always be here.