"I'd say having a second chance and blowing it moping over what's still gone is ruining it," Billie says with another shrug. At this point, they're reaching an incline in the ground. The marshiness of the dirt and grass and ice and snow underfoot is fading away for something firmer as they finally approach one of the smaller roads built through the swamplands.

"Dying was expected. Lykos is just another job. Dragons..." Well, those are a little more out there. "Still don't know what to make of that other than they're being a nuisance, so I can't call that too different, either. They just happen to be a larger, more haunted nuisance than usual."