"Saving everyone is an impossible task in any real setting." Lucy murmured. "We had a few people from shiny, happy worlds where they played heroes and saved their worlds. They never lasted long on this island." She sometimes thought the came to the island as some sort of sick joke, or to show them what reality was. "Nearly dying, watching others die, that's what's real."
"I feel like I was meant to be more than the grass or the birds." Lucy admitted, trusting that her father would not think it arrogant. "I was born into this incredible family on both sides, only to have it taken from me before I ever got to know what I was capable of. Before I even knew who I was." She knew the ones that raised her had done their best. She needed more, wanted to be a true protector for the island's people. "I've always felt like I was letting my parents' memories down."
She nodded. "I've heard that too, about there being multiple versions of people." She wasn't sure if she believed it. It was hard to accept that the man would allow the kindness of leaving a double of them behind to care for friends. But she kept that to herself. She was curious now about Prythian. "Tell me more about the Prythian. The cauldron - you called it a marker of all things? Was it a tool of gods?" She asked, wondering if it was something they could find or make here to rip the man apart.