"No, no, it's relevant." Dean said quietly, while gassing up the car, the loudness of the engine in stark contrast to the tone of the conversation. "I wouldn't mind knowing what your thinking is if we're gonna be teaming up."
Dean pushed the pedal hard and tried to drive at good speed, but the various 'bumps' and still cars made the going tough.
"You have a valid point too, but..." he began somberly. "We were improving, right? Whole damn human history is full of misery, but we were getting somewhere. It still wasn't great, but we were making progress, we were making the world a better place. And then it just ended... Before we got there."
Dean thought back to the announcement, when it was declared in the Rebuilders that the time had come to end the world. How they were beaming with pride, how they were so confident this was the will, the fate, of the universe. He could think of no good reason why he did not try to stop them then. Even if it was fate, he should still have tried to fight it. Or perhaps he simply had not believed them, that they could really end the world. And Carrie had been part of it.
"As for the carnage..." Dean said, cutting off his own line of thought. "The streets are pretty bad on their own, but what gets me is... Seven Billion people. So many you can't even properly imagine it. And everything our species ever did made meaningless."
The whole building was shaking. Dust falling down from the room that might already have collapsed had the ceiling not been reinforced. Carrie could not help, but smile at the unorthodox tactic of literally digging through a six story building.
"Well, I guess we found them." she said grimly. "Try to be ready when he comes this time."
The disdain in her voice was hardly masked this time. Carrie had a distinct feeling her allegiance with Luna would soon matter little. She stood up again, slowly, deliberately. She went over to the south wall of the room, pulled a loose brick out and a gun from behind it. A simple handgun, it would matter little. She checked the magazine and put it in her right hand. Second, the single dark wing pulled closer over her shoulder and she jammed her right hand into it. The five fingers penetrated the flat side of the blade, poking through to the other side. She swung it a couple of time to make sure this actually did afford her greater control.
Then, just looked up, staring expectantly of the ceiling.
Risk: Hurt Luna +1, hit by debris +1, her cool lost for good +2, skewered and dead +6