[Liem’s mouth quirks into a slight, wry smile for “grow outta the ground.” That is literally what happens, of course, but it still hasn’t stopped being just a little strange to hear out loud, or to think about too much.]

Not often. But usually people come in waves, and there’ve been a few newcomers of late.

[Old acquaintances, and strangers he doesn’t know appearing without fanfare on public communions. The shard-bearers of this generation comprise a small enough group that he feels confident he’s seen all of them around before. If there are unfamiliar voices floating around, it means they appeared recently.]

Truthfully though, I came here looking for a bit of peace. The Tree seems like one of the only places here where peace can still reliably be found.