to lose all we found

The ache in Cascade's chest was entirely psychological, since she didn't strictly speaking actually HAVE a real chest, or heart, or anything like that, being just a projection of a spirit, but the swell of pride that prompted it was definitely real. Here was where the name of Saxe lived on, in this amazing young woman. She'd known Chaos had passed down the name but had not yet met any of the next generation of Saxes, until now. Whatever god, spirit, demon, or quirk of the universe had sent her back here she blessed it for the chance to get to see this with her own eyes. "Lyra Saxe," she said slowly, "I am inexpressibly proud to know that you carry my name. I hope you bear it well, and - " Her maw crooked into a crooked grin, "I hope you make sure all of Boreas and Auster alike know that name. As they should, of course," she added with a laugh, then leaned forward eagerly. "Tell me everything about yourself, Lyra. I'm dyyyyying to get to know you."