Enough has been done for now. Her term has expired. She is corrupted by this place. There are reasons enough to recall her, to put her to rest. And yet, she is tasked, no, gifted to stay with them. She who has always seen herself merely a piece is told by her machine that she is irreplaceable.

Irreplaceable. She knows this word well. Not merely knows, understands, for she has things which are irreplaceable too.

Her stoic mask reveals not a smile, but she makes it a point to celebrate after her fashion.

The library, with him, secretly rioting with joy.