We all do. [Value their work, left behind. Cast away to dust likely after they're gone, no one to 'properly' uphold anything.] Mmmm, those with the determination and ambition, I suppose. To lose everything you carved out for yourself and come here to shambles... [A scoff.] To have that need to create something anew while the rest of this place just sees us as chess pieces, or shields to their natives, or whatever role they need us to fill...

[He shakes his head, turns, leans against a wall. His arms are at his sides, scratching a fingernail from one hand idly at the surface behind him. Some part of him, Crane will find, is always in motion, even the smallest twitch.

If he's ever completely immobile, stone, that's the ultimate danger.]