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After people far more important to Cait have had plenty of time to speak, or to think in silence, Ruth eventually steps forward with a deep breath.

"I have to admit, I've never been in this room before, but I can tell you one thing: It's too crowded. Too crowded with statues. People who, as I understand it, went forth with love -- because when you get right down to it, it's always about love of one kind or another -- and didn't come back."

"As far as I can tell, Cait didn't profess much love for adventure. She didn't declare an interest in 'the Lifestyle.' She seemed to cling to a love of quiet... that simply didn't extend to when things needed doing or people needed her."

A pause.
"I ask that the Source of all Life, however one knows it, bless her memory." She pauses. "As for her gods as she knew them, well, I have to admit that I'm inclined to say they'd damn well /better/."

She looks around. "Because yes, I'm a little bit angry. I don't think that's too surprising. She was 19 years old, imbued with immense power and backed by more, and Right Was On Her Side. When something like this happens, everyone has the right to bitch at the Universe just a little." Ruth normally stringently avoids such language, but some points call for some things.
"But not forever. Because we can't let it consume us. Because there is always going to be something worth running back under fire for, when things need doing, and people need us."

She looks again. "It's a crowded room. Especially right now, crowded with the living as well as the dead. I'm very new here, but as far as I can tell, nobody forgets. They just keep going. We'll miss you, Cait," she adds quietly as she sort of recedes back.