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[ The uncertain face of a young green-haired woman flicks onto the screen ]

H-hello. Um. My name is Terra. I... I'm told I did some horrible things to everyone, and I am so, so sorry. I'm, uh, I'm also really grateful that the Corsairs rescued me, and were still willing to give me a home and a chance after everything I did. I'm going to do what I can to help, so uh, it's nice to meet you. I will make it up to everyone, I promise.

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I’m glad you made it here.

I’m Deedee. We met once before at the health spa. If you need any healing, or anything like a haircut or pedicure, let me know.

Ah yes! I remember you! I'm currently at the Vault getting treated, but I'm told I'll be going to a place called "Flotsam" after that. I'd visit but I'm not permitted in Elysium right now. They say I'd be too recognizable.

That makes a lot of sense, unfortunately. Can't be helped.

That said, I'm spending some time at the Vault learning magic - we saved a lot of innocent people and did a lot of damage to your captors, so most of us are lying low for a while. I can meet you there.

The Flotsam Fleet are good people.

I would appreciate it. I still don't know very many people here.

…prepare for people to recognize you. But prepare to be forgiven and welcomed, as well.

I think discussing why would best be done in private, but the short version is, you were wronged by the Empire when they worked their violence through you.

It doesn't change what was done though.

No. And nothing can. All you can do - all anyone can do - is make the best of what’s done, of this world.

This world that’s too often cruel, merciless, unjust, and uncaring.

That’s why kindness, mercy, justice and caring is our job. And I feel that while we don’t have to fix everything, we can’t stop trying to help.

I don't understand how you can all be like this, but I am grateful that you are.

If it helps, I had to learn it. For me, hope was never the thing with feathers; it was a pair of brass knuckles I used to fight my way out of despair.

I... see...

[ She most certainly does not see ]

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