That line stops her questions hard. There had been the mural projects, but something like that - a message that future people coming to the enclosure might stumble upon once she was gone from it, by one means or another -

a very sobering thought, indeed. She gives a short, almost nervous laugh.

"... you may be right about that."

And what even to say, on such a record? Some of what had previously been written had seemed nonsensical, others very personal notes that only they would understand, looking back. Advice. The wall seemed to tell of a darker history, much like the one they had experienced before their understanding was broadened. And even then, things were still dark, the situation no closer to being solved.

"We still have a few years to go. Think anything else will change much?"