"I don't know," Kira replies, as understanding of the sentiment as he is inherently contrary. Sometimes for the sake of it, but the river is running in a new and choked direction around their thighs, the sun isn't even setting for all it dips in the east and circles back to rise from the west.

Sure, no one's shooting at them or trying to burn them out of the canyon on some megalomaniac mission to purge the world of an illness, but--"the sheer Eldritch horror of someone being able to make the earth spin the wrong way kind of beats the bullshit I came from."