She murmurs something like an agreement, though it's more out of exhaustion and lack of other options than complete compliance with his plan. Her feet drag lazily through the dirt, sometimes hitching in the patches of mud that litter the ground. She curls her arms around her torso, hunching over as though stabbed in the gut.

"How did we get here, Bodhi?" She might as well be a child, spent and wanting nothing more than the comfort of a familiar toy, the embrace of a parent, trailing behind an adult who seems to know better.