[ For what it's worth, Nebula listens, she listens long and hard and thinks - the presence of her in the communion unmistakable as they're both Exalts. The vacuum of space is a familiar one, long lived in herself, and not uncomfortable - but when she speaks, it's with hard purpose and that snow that welcomes, that comforts. ]

You already forgot them. You forgot them the moment your side decided their lives didn't matter in your damned new world.

[ Because if all worlds are list then this is their so called "new world" and all the people in it. It didn't matter who it was, the attacks on the civilians were clearly orchestrated by someone on Zenith.]

I have their names. The names of the confirmed; The names of those lost, but not confirmed.

I've been in the streets for days. [ Pointed, executed. They're only just getting to a place where they can truly confirm people won't be coming back (if they haven't slipped away). ]

Your monument will not bring them back.