What I do here will not matter back in Gaia. Burmecia. Alexandria. Cleyra. The people there will not know of the Beatrix I am here or now. Not to say that I think my efforts are completely for nothing. Those here benefit from what I can offer. If I can earn that right to offer it.

[Because she can easily admit that nothing for her ought to be easy. That she ought to earn every single thing that comes her way. If only because the most convenient things tend to be traps. Too good to be true. Or maybe Beatrix is simply too jaded to have want of such a thing.]

But I am not foolish enough to believe that the weight of my actions here will carry over. I will not live my life here telling myself something untrue, be it for selfish or selfless reasons.