[The last life? Ginia laughs at the phrasing, but it isn't wrong. It's not a life she asked for, but it is a life and there are opportunities. Maybe she'll pass a year here, then another and another, and as decades fall into centuries, maybe things will fall into place. There are worst lives to lead.

It's been three months. A lot has happened in that time. It's also barely any time at all.]

I've been here three months now. Didn't think back then I'd be climbing a volcano. So? What do you think about me now?