[ What a terrible question to have to ask; what an awful thing it would be if she's right. If there are other survivors, are they injured with no one to heal them? Are they alone and lost? They can't all be as lucky as Sciel, found by a Gestral and brought to a place with life (of a sort) and somewhere to rest and recover. He exhales, a long resigned breath, and pillows his head on one folded arm. ]

Maybe not impossible, but the chances... they have to be minuscule. We didn't find anyone else at the tree. I still can't believe we found Sciel.

[ He rolls his head to look over at her, eyes dark, the firelight limning them both with a subtle glow. ]

I don't want to believe it, but I think we're all that's left of Expedition 33. It's up to us, now.