That- title, or whatever it is, sounds like a big load of horseshit to put on a kid. She has no idea what monsters it's referring to, but the future of humans? That's ludicrous, they're like twelve. Who the fuck came up with this? These, these Dreemurrs?

Posthumous actions sends a cold shiver down her spine; she'd known they've been through the resurrection grinder a few times in other worlds, either first- or secondhand, but that confirms they've done the dying themself. They've died so somebody they trusted could take something from them, use them for their own ends like, like they weren't a child who'd felt safe with them. The injustice of it feels like it's going to burn a hole into her chest and she digs her fingers into the sand, ears pinned tightly because she can't allow herself to go off right now. They deserve the room to talk. She keeps her eyes glued to the sigil in the sand, frowning darkly.

"And how did that turn out, for anybody?"