The Crescent frowns. "Not really. I don't think there's such a thing a glorious bridge design, even if people appreciate your work. It;s more that that, man. It's like.... doing something so amazing and inspirational it motivates others to hear about what you did. Knowing the Great Stories. Doing great things. It's all epics and legends. Exaggerate tales of deeds. You kinda have to let go of modern humanity to accept Glory is alive and real in the present day." She shrugs. "Kinda have to do that for all of them. There's not a lot of overlap with human morality any more, remember."
Pale blue eyes flick to Nate, and for a second, they look tired, almost haunted. "No they haven't, but there are people that still live after fighting the Pure week in, week out for twenty years. I'm a survivor. Doesn't always make me right.This is just what I've learned and had a lot of time alone to mope over it. I haven't been proved wrong yet."
The blanket is pulled around her a little more. "What's all this about, Nate? Why the sudden interest in Iron Masters and Reknown? WHat;re you thinking?"