‘But,’ said the refugee, ‘everything is ending now and soon there will be nothing left.’
‘And what should we do?’ asked Iseult. ‘Sit around and weep for what was once our world? Or resolve to do all we can to keep moving forward somehow.’
Iseult put her hand on the refugee’s shoulder and smiled.
‘We are building something here. In spite of everything that has now occurred, we still have something to build on.’
Iseult pointed at the filthy chaos of the courtyard.
‘Even ordering this disorder is something to live for.’