She exhales deeply, but her shoulders don't sag. It's what Raven's been afraid of. She doesn't want to wait for whoever's out there to make a move. It's what's struck so many of her friends down to their knees and the reason why she's had to pick up a shovel and bury too many of them.

But it's all they have. With the conversation circling down the drain, evoking paranoia and unhelpful suggestions that seem to be piling up in a corner of being spoken but not quite discussed, it's what needs to happen. Something needs to explode, and Raven's fearful of how far the shrapnel will fly.

Arms against her chest, she leans the elbow of one against the back of her hand and presses her fingers against her chin. "I just hope it's not a big move. There has to be a way to prepare for it."