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Sana carries a glass shard in her pocket.
It's part of the Rumor, although she doesn't know which part. It could be from any of the times she pulled the ship back together with bare hands and ingenuity and stubbornness.
She doesn't want to give it up. It's the last piece she has.
But it's not in the Rumor's nature to be static.
So, Sana pulls it out, files the edges smooth. She's weaving a brightly-coloured hanging to decorate the mess; the glass glitters in its centre.
Sana might be running, but she can still bring their home with her.
