[b]"Because"[/b] Luna said, shooting a dagger filled glance at Constance, [b]"She thinks the world revolves around her"[/b] She seemed to think a moment, before giving a laugh [b]"Oh, you like to make it seem like you give a damn about others, Constance, but you don't. You probably think you're being real sympathetic, when you aren't, and you meant full well what you meant, it wasn't just for fun"[/b] She pulled herself to her full height once more, [b]"And I understand the undertone to your words. I wonder what people would say, if they knew you cowered in the face of danger, how...ungainly, ungraceful and undignified you have been"[/b] Luna was tired of taking the crap from people like Constance, and she'd match threat for threat, particularly when Luna wanted to become a doctor, not for herself but to give her father a better life, and to save people. She [i]would not[/i] let herself be intimidated by someone like Constance. 

She turned her back on Constance, turning her attention towards Edward, [b]"Because, Edward...Hope is a powerful thing. Hope that we will return, and not just for ourselves, but for those that we left behind, with knowledge of the world that can be valuble for our people. Hope that we [i]can[/i] make a difference. Hope that by continuing, we can find something. Hope, Edward, can make all the difference in the world"[/b] She said softly, [b]"You write everything down, so that the world may know what we did, what we found"[/b] She said, sighing sofftly, she walked a little away from both of them, wrapping her arms around her in a hug. 

[b]"Keep writing Edward. Even if we don't return, maybe someone will find your work one day, and know what happened to us. Maybe they can do what we couldn't, if thats the case, cause of what you write. And if we do return, it will show them what we went through. Maybe when we return we won't be the same, we won't be able to go back to mundane lives, but...the world needs to know. One way or another"[/b] She drifted off into a silence, troubled. 

She didn't like being...confrontational, bad. There was just something about Constance that riled Luna up. She just couldn't help it. She bet that Constance didn't even care about the people she left behind, that she thought it was their own fault. That because she got lucky, she shouldn't give a damn about them. LUna sighed wearily. Maybe when she had more money...no, not maybe. When she got more money, Luna would invest in that area. Seek to try and make it better. She sighed again. She had no idea what to do right now. 

[b]"Do you...Edward, do you really think...we won't get back?"[/b] She asked softly, feeling a little...scared. Worried. She knew that there was a chance she'd never make it back, but...she had the hope there that she would. [b]"We've survived so much, already, that...I think we could continue to survive. That one way, or another, we'll make it back. [b]"I have to have that hope"[/b]