Lucy took as deep a breath as she could, slow but anxious, all but trembling as she stared up into his eyes, jaw set. There was a desperate sort of desire that she could just barely keep at bay, that to act, to find an outlet not for just a few minutes, but three years worth of helplessness. Maybe no one here was to take the blame for what had happened to her brother, to the bodies littered over the ground, but the people they'd moved away from had still hurt Ishiah, and that ought to have been enough, could have served as something at which to direct all the feelings she had tried to keep pent up. Now, there was no need. This was a fight, both to deal with their surroundings and to get the fuck back.

That she wanted to return to the island wasn't something she would fully let herself admit in those terms, not being fully comfortable with it herself.

"Halloween party," she answered brusquely, waving a hand through the air to dismiss the question. "A friend of mine and I, we were going as a pair, it's... It doesn't matter now. The island. You were there, right? It was Halloween. There was fog on the path. Then you were here. If I'm here, that has to be how you got here, too, right? God, please, tell me it was." If it wasn't, if she was somehow alone in this, she didn't have the first idea of what to do, but the thought was far more despairing than it ought to have been. She'd thought she had it bad before, but that didn't compare to this.