He sighs out another tired curse. This frakking place. Over and over again, the illusion of a soft landing, followed by the vicious reminder that for all its trappings, Marrow Isle is anything but.

"No one should have to go through that simultaneously." Gaeta rubs a hand over his face. "I... don't think it gets easier, exactly. Or smaller. People say it does, but they're lying. It just gets layers of sediment washed over it so it's less immediately noticeable."