Xi sets her bundle of stakes and poles at one edge of the campsite, then begins to gather kindling out of habit and practice, listening to Aaron's recounting of the limited information that could have been gathered from other unfortunates' tales.  She wonders, as she has before, what its purpose was in the first place, but-- as she has before-- does not speak the question.  A question is nothing when no answer can be found.<br/><br/>Once she has sufficient fuel, she begins to assemble the fire where she deems it most fitting, a neat little tent of twigs and kindling.