Greatwater Lake If you let them make you, they'll make you papier-mâché

East nodded in understanding. Worried about the sky and quakes, too? he asked, assuming his lack of sleep was due to anxiety. That was what usually kept East up at night. With everything going on, he wondered how anyone got any sleep. Even the lake seemed to be suffering; the water was murky and he hadn't seen a single fish yet. It was all very concerning. He shrugged again at the other man's question. I used to live near the ocean, East said first, his gaze moving back to the water. I guess it comforts me. He much preferred the sea over any fresh water he found inland, but it was better than nothing.