[ Her hand rests on the knob, her thumb running over the smooth brass. When she lived here, she'd used magic to turn the knobs into intricate, decorative pieces; when she left, she set them back as they'd been, so as not to cause any trouble for Mag (and also because Julie comes from a world where security deposits are a thing, so it's just habit).

There's an unstable quiver across her entire frame, but especially in her wrist and hand. The breath she takes is shaky, her ribs aching. In her head, she can barely hear Jesper over the noise she doesn't know how to seal back into its box. ]

All of 'em. [ The gods. God. The military. The government. The Abraxans. Flagg. ] They take everything from you, good or bad. And you can never have it back.

[ Her godhood. What makes her special. Her death. New Vegas. Eight billion lives. Everyone she ever knew or loved. It's all gone, never hers to keep.

She doesn't know why she keeps thinking things will be different next time. ]

You and everyone else think y'all can just reset and it'll be fine. But it won't.