( yeah, that's roughly the same sentiment she's been fostering. stoking, like the embers of a flame, and using the subsequent fire to propel the absolute rocket that cuts her warpath through other people's enjoyment of the amenities of this cruise. plenty of people had lived up their time at camp, as if nothing horrible was waiting for them just beyond the tree line or in the depths of the lake. and the only one she doesn't fault for that outlook is fio.

but at the same time, a newer tangent of thought. not brand new; the idea they're meant to make friendships in order to make the inevitable death of their loved ones hurt even more hasn't already been voiced aloud but. )

If we're just batteries in his proverbial RC car, I guess it makes sense he'd need to let us rest. Recuperate from any old injuries, so the newer ones hurt just as severely. Even cruel scientists turn off the lab room lights and let their rats rest. I'm starting to think it was that.

...and yeah, if a battery started leaking caustic acid, or a lab rat started eating it's own tail, that would have been a bonus. But not the main goal. God, I wish I could just ask him. Especially when he's no other option but to tell the truth right now...