[ Julia went there hoping for something but she didn't really expect anyone, so she almost starts to tear up when the Traders move out from behind the shrine. She looks up at him, seemingly burdened with much more than meets the eye. She hesitates before reaching out and taking the coin, holding it to her chest afterward. ]

I don't know if I can keep going on. [ She admits. ] I wanted to do so much good when this all began, but I feel like all I can see is failure. Theirs, mine.

[ Humanity keeps going on the way it always has, so when did it change, that she couldn't give them the grace to fail? She's tired and she's been at this much less time with the older gods. ]

What keeps you going? Why haven't you given up?