Using part of the cloth that she used for bandages, she dried away the excess tears from Montana's injured eye. "I think we all do, 'Tana," California sighed. "To some degree, we all want that purpose we had before the fallout, before our world was shattered by the very man that created it." California took a moment to pause before she went back to work. "Look up for me," she said calmly, hiding the sadness that had settled into her chest. North was on her mind again, one of the few irreparable shards of her personal part of the world.