Thirstfall brought a few bitter ironies along with humanity's salvation back on Earth.
For some, this world is a price to be paid. For others, a prize too vast to measure. Water for a dying planet, technologies that defy physics, rain delivered into open hands. But every salvation has its shadow, and Thirstfall always collects its share with interest.
Richard was a Diver.
Zoe was a Drowned.
The conclusion arrived on its own while I watched the unconscious girl on the table. She probably died of Black Thirst on Earth and woke up here, no body to return to, no ninety-six-hour window, no family at her side when she opened her eyes in this pit.
Cases like that were rare, but they happened. Not everyone who died there came here, and not everyone who came was found by someone who loved them.
The fact is that Thirstfall was never a game full of NPCs. Every human is a soul.
