After that outburst by both Mary and the other humans, that balance was reached as the people she was leading finally realized that the Custodia they knew and loved had been turned to rubble, and that something new would arise from its ashes.
That didn't guarantee something great, but instead something fresh and malleable, ready to be shaped into something that was great, something that welcomed both new and former citizens into its walls equally and promised a new lease on life.
Plans were being made for the future, and the humans all made their way back to their stations as they mulled over everything that they had heard, allowing us to finish up what we were doing and turn in for the night, which was a benefit for everyone, and especially me.
