There is a places at home that feel like this. Solemn, quiet and filled with lingering emotions. At least Nexus for all of it's overlapping knows when to take pause. The placard is an even better touch to mark the place where these people...beings had been. That's what Matt wants to touch upon. Feel the dimensions. Touch a piece of it.

"I haven't heard anything that would say otherwise. So yeah. It is fixed." He's not sure what broken would look like, really.

This kind of an attack on innocent people, that's the makings of war.