"We were supposed to have a home now, with walls and floors. The constant traveling, trying to outrun nature was going to be over. We were going to build a life that resembled what we had lost, full of peace and the pursuit of happiness. We'd earned it. "Then all of the dreams that had held us through the nightmares shattered against the stone. We lost our hope, our home, and half of our members in the attempt. Now, outlasting death long enough to reach Kendle's island is all that remains for us and even that isn't certain." The future, cold and dark, offers little comfort. Without change, there can be no peace. Only survivors.